Hold for the Smallest Moment

Diana Tokaji

Hold for the smallest moment
The art of pretend

Hold fast the dying
and make it false

Make for the moment
the moon in its place

And lie quickly beneath to remember.

Quiet the absence like a dream
and every time awakening

send for more sleep
Find in this

a peace which is gone
Find the moon again and hold, for

nothing is permanent

He slips out the fingers
he washes his absence and leaves

so easily.