Between the bounces

Between the bounces  
 
suspended  
in an instant  
neither on the rise  
nor fall  
 
A reflection  
in the dirty window  
of some old  
antique store  
 
Weeds growing  
through cracked flags  
moss colonises bare brick
Nature reclaims  
 
Picked and stripped remains  
of the fallen mighty  
Oh the beauty of decay  
 
The ball keeps bouncing  
The eye of the storm  
passes on
 
This instant  
robbed out
buried in time
forgotten  
To be rediscovered  
some day  
far from now
 
We
trapped forever  
in this instant  
knowing neither up
nor down  
 
Between the bounces