I want to hold this moment
like tide pools in the palm of my hand
the white-noise-lullaby to roaring, rolling tides;
like a plush pillow on a therapist’s couch
a view of the horizon, glass sea through glass windows

like a found feather I twirl between my fingers,
brushing each soft strand in its place
like a sunset into memory, bright green flicker or not,
there is only beauty in the fading.

but moments are more like the glimpse
you get underwater before a breath
the few seconds of a hug whose
warmth you want to drape over your shoulders longer
the way a glint of sunlight winks electric green

the food I savor lasts only til I swallow, til I’m full
the dreams I feel always end in a daybreak
the music cannot be paused on a note to last forever
all we can do is enjoy the moments
slipping through our hands,
splashing up again.