I am not able to capture or, at least,
understand eternity, that people say
it is the congruence and consentaneity
of all human thoughts and all feelings
squeezed in a lap of time.
So a time never clashes near me
and never have I heard its sound.
I am contented to single moments,
indeed rare and randomly created,
bringing to me and my lovelies all joy,
any of such eternities could ever know,
quite human and ground-floor they are,
candid, tender-hearted and deity averse.
Published in the April 2015 issue of The Gambler.
Published in The Basil O’Flaherty, July 2016 issue