Followed a floater
in my eyeball.
Saw it disappearing
before I could reach to a pen.
Had it known
it could’ve become a poem,
it would have likely paused –
posed –
allowing me to capture
its best side.
Now I write from memory,
trust my imagination
to fill-in the missing pieces.
I question
whether my words
do justice
to the greatness of the moment.
By Shai Ben-Shalom
