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