A duration
attached to a poem,
by that, what are we saying?
Is one minute all
that’s needed to fully grasp
the entire landscape painted
by the poet?
Have we smiled or shed a tear;
have our eyes twinkled, or our hearts
changed their beat, moved by
the new world we’ve just entered,
the preciousness infused
into a minute?
When we rush through life, what are we getting out of it?