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A Moment Out of Context

I’ve found it in the barrel
Of the bandit’s nervous gun;
I’ve seen it reach from swirling seas,
Or block the roads I run.

‘Been more than once I’ve witnessed,
As I was made to feel
That death was more than likely,
A moment so surreal;

When time stood independent;
Far removed from metered pace.
A moment out of context
Thrusted forward toward my face.

As the focus of all instinct
Of my spirit, of my flesh,
Was centered on this object
Causing faith and fear to mesh.

My disbelief was not enough
To loosen terror’s grip;
As fear then fueled the hopeful heart,
Death managed but to clip.

By desperate reaction,
By luck, or by the Gods,
I dodged the present danger
And somehow beat the odds.

The moment slipped behind me;
I raised my eyes to see
My future still approaching
With things I hoped would be.

Such moments carve a memory,
Like a whittler with a knife;
The grooves that come from facing death
Raise up the joys of life.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.



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