Moment by Moment

Poem

Living moment by moment waiting for the days yet to be broken.
   As my fingertips sore, staring in piece by piece at every speck, crease, it won’t let me go. Mountain views disguised, the air against my face, a day recognized with me in it. Sitting near a lake, waiting for possibility yet to own, the rocky hilltop, the grass dark lime green, this can be for me.  Only the loneliness can be alone, it’s of those who share not a thought, only the eye of trust.
Can I be reached?  Take my hand we will begin not to ponder life’s grace, only the brave have such power. Whoever I shall be, my faith will rise, and my every breath will have its own memory, a memory of those who not only fight, but fight back.