DocAndersen
It is the moment
The captured instance
the second
the infinitesimally small
the path to
the human iris.
The light
that piercing the fog
finds you.
Is that the only light you see?
In the moment
the instance
the second
we seek
we capture
and then
heads down we walk away.
The moment lost
with its captor.
Thanks, it is a little darker than I usually share.
Thanks! I have 100’s of them from the past few years. I stopped publishing poems for a long time.
Awwww but this is kinda sad — just illustrated how we lost that sense of awe/wonder and we no longer see the magic of the moment. The captured moment lost into the eyes of the lousy captor.
In the heart of us, lies the dormant memory of what we really saw.