“Moments”

Lyris D. Wallace

 Moments happen

Brief and fragile

          Time moving

          Time standing still

Not realizing until it’s gone

If only we could go back.

If we could capture it in our hands,

          Holding it like a cherished treasure.

In a moment, we are changed

In a moment life is given and taken away

We gather our moments in our minds,

          picking and choosing,

          sorting and collecting,

          reliving, time and again,

We, ourselves, are but moments;

          A collection of moments

          Defining who we are.

In a moment, we love and are loved.

And in a moment, we are memories in

Someone else’s collection.

                   LDW