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.

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