Seizing the Moment


With the passage of time

Each moment begins to take on its singular contours,

Staying with me just long enough for me to savor

Its rounded smooth corpus.


Just long enough is not exactly the phrase,

Not exactly the mot juste,

But it will have to do for now.

It is already gone, that moment whose savor

Is still with me, that moment I knew

When it began to take on

Its singular contours. 


Gone.  Just in time.


--July 17, 2013