Sepia

A free verse poem about perspective.

By Raim Matau via Pexels

In the span of a heartbeat comes a lifetime.

There was a simplistic brilliance to the everyday, waking up in a world where colour has no seams and senses come tenfold. A second was a dice roll in which infinity was spun, then cast like a handful of potter’s clay to be improbably moulded. No sooner would the sun dip did it rise again in a fitting illusion to its marble counterpart.

To thousands upon millions, this was the existence through which they lived, as matches chasing sparks before the flame sputtered out.

Their lives were poetry in the making.