What lives in finite time?
A bird's nest invaded, eggs
Squashed and eaten.
Sands wash out and crumble,
Churning to the blackest ocean.

What lives in finite time?
Bloated roadkill baking
In the detonating sun.
Moments that may last forever
In a liminal collective.

What lives in finite time?
A glass jar, buried miles in gray
Hardened clay.
Letters written but not sent
And stuffed in junk drawers.

What lives in finite time?
The flickering of a bulb
Tightrope walking until its
Breath gasps, giving way.
A cliffside always found.