Moments

Image by Alex Stoddard

 

nimble fingers
hold sure to
the future
a pillow of light
softly glowing
emitting a hum
cosmic music
from souls
yet unborn
fetal yearning
heard only by
hands of the
self-aware heart
all the waves
of descendants
conceived in one
uterine moment
the beginning
before any
notion of ends
before in those
capable palms
all that radiant
promise too hot
and too dear
spins at speed
burns the skin
of a sudden it
bursts into flame
turning every last
would have been
could have been
should have been
might have been
into a smokerise
of dissipate
ends in one
final combustible
moment no
lingering trace
of beginnings

 

 

From my book Ephemera

In the Moment

“Turning Point” by Gabrielle Matser

live your life
in the now
not the then
nor the when
here and now
in its present
perfection of
heady vitality
duly immediate
taste it and
touch it and
tuck it among
your retrievable
memories
see what the
here-and-gone
moment may
hold in the folds
of its purpose
breathe deep
of enriched air
experience
fleetingly offered
to lovers of time
built from
intricate instants
each one quite
unique and unlikely
to come
back around
if you miss it
you might just
have missed
your one chance
at a turning point
catalyst given
to stop-starting
life with a veer
in direction
a fortunate bend
toward tomorrows
who but for that
singular moment
could never
have made
themselves known
we become
from experience
all of our private
eternities stem
from ignoring
or noticing
pinpoints of time

Finity

“Rise”
Painting by Brian Cooper
From beautifuldecay.com

most of my life
is forgotten
but what I remember
appears to fill
more than my years
countless stills
adding up to a story
that outruns
the frames on the
slow-spooling reels
of the film
giving optic illusion
that memory
keeps on forever

“We do not remember days, we remember moments.”
– Cesare Pavese

Moments

“Hands of Fire”
Image from walkingtowardsthelight.org

nimble fingers
hold sure to
the future
a pillow of light
softly glowing
emitting a hum
cosmic music
from souls
yet unborn
fetal yearning
heard only by
hands of the
self-aware heart
all the waves
of descendants
conceived in one
uterine moment
the beginning
before any
notion of ends
before in those
capable palms
all that radiant
promise too hot
and too dear
spins at speed
burns the skin
of a sudden it
bursts into flame
turning every last
would have been
could have been
should have been
might have been
into a smokerise
of dissipate
ends in one
final combustible
moment no
lingering trace
of beginnings