A Poem a Day to Millennium 7 September 1999
 

MOMENTARY FLICKER

 the inner soul has to be in there saying
 both what's the point
 and there has to be a point
 we are in a situation which
 seems to
 be so temporary
 so momentary
 our lives seem so like the flicker of a candle
 we stare into a universe where
 billions of years
 have passed and
 will
 pass again
 how fleeting we are
 like fireworks we
 are
 red and blue and yellow flashes in the night we
 are
 as meaningless to the ages as
 a single stone in the river
 and yet 
 we still s ing and paint and write and act
 and hold our face to the wind and hope 
 wow!