Kristen Scott
And, what is happiness,
if not a fleeting moment
touch
rub
flush of cheek
brush across mouth
what is it,
if not a moment
that one two-minute
dance that lasts lifetimes
a strong whispered, “I love you baby,”
soft moans in the darkness of bed
when does it go missing?
making your whole- wide- world
as you know it change,
so swift as a twirling leaf
dwindling, sinking, to ground
once devoted to limb and bud,
blown off
by unexpected winds, blasts, gale forces
the head spinning, snaps back stops.
feet come downhill touching ground
stranded in everyday
a minute
splitting seconds of time
Kristen Scott has her MA in Literature from National University in La Jolla, California and will graduate with her MFA in Creative Writing in fall 2011. She has published in several anthologies, newspapers, and online journals. She resides in Princeton, NJ.
