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 |