Amy Cuneo

The Moment Lost

The moment lost
the after if the lit up
sunset sky
trades its gown for rags
and grey and night
and still and cold are
all that surround
the moment lost

You alone are walking
and all the glow you
find now
is in other people's windows
warm amber lights
and middle aged couples
chatter in cluttered rooms
full of fond week night food.

Is your house a fish bowl
for some strangers' spiritual feast?
Does someone's heart ache
in the evening when they see you
perched within you husband's arms?
Or have you too sailed past your sunset won
and into the moment lost?