hold on
to the corners of today
we’ll fold them up to save until it’s needed

stand still
let me scrub that brackish line
that you got when something rose and then receded

sometimes there’s no more for me to say. i wish that i could take pictures of moments – like a photographer from the periphery. i wish i could capture the softness of those eyes, the tilt of that smile. the quiet calm of those moments i can’t disturb for a flash. moments i’ll never be able to catch. or hold onto. so i’ll try to remember the feeling, and fold it up to save until it’s needed.