Not That This

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