A moment? What is it,
A feeling, a particle of time?
So delicate, intricate, fleeting,
We live the past always.
Ethereal, without substance.
A waif of smoke from burning ambers,
A falling star without shine,
A baby stillborn in the night.
A string of seconds maybe a thought.
Connected, a memory created
Legions linked an image formed.
Mind to vision, beginning to end.
Pathways; time, future absent
Silent, solitude, no destination
No footprints to mark a moment
But moments collected to mark the space.
Moments so important, the first step
To the end in thoughtless gesture
Mystery revealing, insight divine, existence born
“In the moment”…of LIFE.
Looking at how infinite a moment can be.