A moment before
A moment after
Each with their own tenor
Their own flavour
Their own meaning
There is the overall
The changing times
The recollected meaning
Of a moment
Made up of moments
All part of another
Moment
Each with their own tenor
Their own flavour
Their own meaning
There is the overall
The changing times
The recollected meaning
Of a moment
Made up of moments
All part of another
Moment
Yet… perhaps no greater love for this moment
Whether it seem strange or familiar
Than mine
The clouds
A battery of waves
Roll across the sky
I lose myself
In the rumbling hiss
Of wind and white water
Taste the salty air
On my lips
Breathing deeply
A deep breath
In place and time
Crossing
From what was
To what will be
From the holding on
Returning
To the letting go
Still, there is the blue sky
And the sun
I bask in its warmth
Smell the grass
Breathe the fragrant air
I remind myself
Fog is ephemeral
And there is always this high ground
Above the fog
Even if I can only reach it
By closing my eyes
And remembering this moment
Draped on the mountain tops
Hung from the sky
A pinnacle
Breaks through
Black
Unplanned
Unforeseen
Unforeseeable
Sometimes
The magic
Simply arises
And I
Might have driven by
Then this moment lost
To the forever
Of infinite unconscious
Though, could I see
The immensity of time
With the eyes of this still young Earth
Then peaceful moment lost
Turmoil and cataclysm of tumbling land
And in those eyes, what am I?
But a mote of dust
Lost to infinity