We were not born
with an aversion to the past
to the moment by moment
infinitesimal delay
recognizing that
we cannot cling to this
much longer before
there is another
more tenuous to connect with
moment that appears more ephemeral
with each passing glance
out the window river of trees
buds so small
they cannot be seen
the clinging on the contrary
comes later
when it becomes increasingly
evident the only constant
is cliche as in the repeated phrase
I have heard this one before
and each moment is an opportunity
for something new
but before you blink
even
it is gone
Joshua Keiter 