Monuments

We think we build for eternity,

Yet all those heavy, heady things —

documents of finances,

records of transactions and transitions —

become as useful as the old computers

that contain them,

decaying towers of plastic obsoleteness.

We think our lives are fleeting,

Yet those moments

like where a hug reached through

beyond the mask of separation,

and where you saw a soul

and felt illumined,

and how you worked together

in the quiet, deft companionship

of knowing what was needed and delivering —

These times, uncaptured by recording,

still remain,

undimmed monuments

to the heart of life.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 23, 2013