A Moment In Time

I watched the sun set.
I watched how,
just above the horizon,
the spectrum dimly asked for my attention.
I watched the glow of the setting sun
as it lit the clouds with its soft flame.
I watched the contrasting mellow blue sky.
I watched a cell tower
stand as a mechanical prop to the scene,
as did the cars hiding in vain
as the dusky rays glinted off their roofs.

I watched all this
as I stood in a cemetery.
I watched the world outside
as it kept functioning,
oblivious to the grief of a bereaved family.
I watched as I pondered over the fact
that nature still shone majestically
even as a soul was called to glory.

At that moment,
as the mortal remains of that person
were being lowered into her grave,
somewhere in some other part of the world,
a new life was being born.
At that moment,
as the family said their final goodbyes,
somewhere people were meeting
or falling in love
or starting a new journey together.
At that moment,
as that family wiped away their tears,
somewhere tears of a heart breaking
were being shed.

But I'd never know that
as I watched this sunset.
That was just another moment in time.
A moment in time
where a million different things
were happening all at once.

Outside,
the birds flew home as cars drove by.