AN INCH A SECOND
grasp
grasp the clouds of hope
hold fast to the shower
that falls
when the sun
has grown weary
of beating its hard rays
and gives way
to the coolness
of the rain
claw
claw through the muddied past
kick off the dirt of despair
and rush into the haze
of an inevitable tomorrow
an inch now is enough
a single moment
to make it past
the second where your heart
was held captive
