Diamond Time – a poem by Barbara Loots

Diamond Time

That evening moment when a slant of sun
bedazzles little waves with points of light
creates across the lake a belt of stars
anticipating the oncoming night.

This earth, less than a mote of cosmic dust,
becomes within our human point of view
the center of a universe of thought,
its gravity uniting me with you

in temporary selves somehow alive.
The carbon atoms now called you and I
will shatter, scatter through unmeasured time 
to reignite as diamonds in the sky.

Barbara Loots resides in a historic neighborhood in Kansas City, Missouri. Her poems have appeared in magazines, textbooks, and anthologies for more than 50 years.  Her three collections can be found on Amazon. She serves on the Advisory Board of The Writers Place. 

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  1. Priscilla Brown's avatar Priscilla Brown says:

    “,,,a mote of cosmic dust.” Great poem.

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