moments
discrete memory of nuggets define and shape
in ways no other hard to explain
thing to tell where the value
comes from it is not one big happy
family of continuous joy
after only a short while it is there
to see from early on the disconnect
of the moments of the nuggets
that linger least one suffer
a physical blow that erases
erases all of those moments that show
a link to something inside that
brings one to tears one along
and smile and frown
the artwork of biology
flows through us seeping out
of our control understanding is
illusive and always will be
knowing the moments finds the
memory and what do we do
with that to come
those moments not yet known
we capture and ponder and rest
they await us every day with hope
sometimes and not
they cannot be assembled together
they live by themselves
and give or take away
according to the lay
of the land we tilled
the land we shape and it does
track us through the years
mortality reminds us of
the moment
when we connect and find
every one around us in time
and space and look forward
with value for the first
of many when we connect
all those moments past
only nuggets to hold in the hand
they cannot be melted down into one
big bar like gold can
live by themselves yielding to no
boundary we would like to put them
inside and make them something
they are not
we like to do that
if we can
the new ones how they come
with a warning are some
and others there is the surprise
we grasp if we are wise
to understand and look forward
to the moments
that live alone with meaning
penetrating the harsh scars
our damage is in those
harnessed in energy
lasting as the sun till the end