At the Moment.

I don’t know why we bury our present
stomped
beneath our feet, forgotten.
Until the long years of our lives are utterly spent.

Impressions in the sand
fleeting
swept away by wind, insignificant…
What does it mean to open ones hand?

Faces of familiarity
blurred
crushing waves onto a hesitant shore, concealed.
Sometimes only heartbreak brings clarity.

Pursuing scents of thirst
longing
Grip the heavy fractured stone, squeeze.
Swelled with dripping crimson seeds about to burst.

A key waiting for the door
delayed
look not to the volatile future but, now.
Learn it’s okay to not know what’s in store.

Life that closes its mouth before calling a name
unraveling
I’m not who I once was, altered.
Things aren’t meant to stay the same.

Building up to the forthcoming relies on the present
hazy
Immersed in the attraction of life, as is.
Such is my intent.