Each Moment a Snapshot



Each Moment a Snapshot

(from Within My Illusions)


Light and shadow filter

through the reflections of my memory,


trying to recapture the details

of a little girl’s laugh

from the way she reaches

with outstretched arms

to offer a handful of seashells,


zooming in on a sun-weathered table,

weary lines on the edges

of eyes that long to tell

a story.


If I could still

this life,

distill it down

to one frame,

would I be able to capture

the entirety of my existence?


Slowing down to inhale,

water warms on my wrists and hands,

soap accumulates,

caressing the insides of the crystal vase,

a gift, chipped on one side

of its hexagonal mouth.

My finger lingers there.

I held onto it despite

its imperfection.


Each moment a snapshot,

holding onto time,

even as it blurs around the edges,

even as the forms begin to fade.