In Its Time


Klimt- Two Girlfriends

In Its Time
for Iris

What was real at one time now no longer is real..
It is an ephemeral shadow, a faded photograph of a moment that no longer exists…
Our lives are a series of these vignettes…
from bright and hopeful to dull and over we turn round and round.
Attached to the highest ceiling we spin,
rotating between day and night, routine and surprise, boredom and joy,

You were on this ride with me…we spun in the same swing…holding hands we laughed out loud at the mountains as wild parakeets giggled overhead.
We loved voraciously gobbling up the minutes, the precious few we were given,
and we glowed, in every photograph, we just shined out as the camera snapped us up.

Instead of feeling sad today, I choose to remember how real it was in its time.
How we constantly pinched ourselves to believe our great luck.
The intersection of our lives, as brief as it was, filled us with love and we almost burst
in simultaneous combustion of tenderness, light touches and tears of laughter.

That first time we played in the same scene, I was sure our movie was a winner.
We made plans, we shared the full moon and the monkeys in the morning.
We were always in touching distance, we were were always smiling and kissing.
But with a few revolutions, an unexpected twist of fate, it was all thrown away.

Happy Birthday dear you.. this memory of us still is burning bright in my life.

Karima Hoisan
June 14th, 2020
Costa Rica


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5 Responses to In Its Time

  1. daleinnis says:

    Lovely and poignant! So many images, so much time passing. Beautifully said.

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  2. The Poet says:

    Beautifully expressed

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Hoyt says:

    Yet another in many great eulogies Karima. Is there a job as a writer of eulogies. If that is the case, You could make a handsome living.

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