Is this the moment of conviction
or are you just a heart passing through?
Have you folded it in
or are you smiling again?
My arms have waved in speeding sounds,
boot heals down.
In this moment, the sun pours in.
You drive by into the evening.
The road holding hostage our lives in commute.
Yet, for a moment when the sun breaks free of the cloud,
there is that clarity.
There is that moment of conviction.
You turn to find me smiling.
All these small things are my conviction.
A heart just passing through.
My rushing spring in the mountains.
Lost in the moment.
Connecting in time.
Sonja J Johnston © 12 May 2015
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