Enlightenment #2
He watched her washing bottles
in a tavern
by the roadside and later mending
burns and holes and tears
in other people’s dirty clothing
to make a living, or so it seemed
Then taking sips
of melted snow caught in a golden
sun bowl
She later dined on grapes picked
from a Grecian
hand thrown plate ..
It was in that very moment
when he realised
without any warning, whatsoever
that nothing
lasts forever and there is no taste
at all to those last
few crumbs we each leave behind ..