A moment is a chapter in the story of your life
Hundreds of hands sky high – reaching.
Reaching for something, yet nothing at all.
Beat. Beat. Beat. The poison drum tears us apart. It leaves us raw.
Raw under the watchful eye of the infinite sun –
The watchful eye that has seen each life come, each life go.
Beat. Beat. Beat. With each note the fire within burns stronger –
Bodies compressed but souls free-
All different but all the same.
All the same and all hungry – yearning for a meal we cannot attain.
Sweat, tears, laughs and cries keep us full for a sweet moment,
An infinite moment –
Raw. Mortal. Alive. Dancing under the eternal gaze of the late afternoon sun
As it slips, tonight and forever, beneath the silky horizon.
Words by Emma Carrigan
Photography by Dallas Nery