Moment in Time

Our boat, a razor’s edge,

Is cutting water, slitting

Slashing the fabric of time

Trimming, tailoring lines

Revealing, unraveling patterns

In the tapestry of our lives

Fold back the flapping edges

Hold them open

For this moment to exist

The past in our wake

The future ahead

We stand motionless

In eternal movement

Encircled, surrounded by

A sea of present moments

Sinking, disappearing

Beneath the waves

Like broken shells

Like wreaths of wild flowers

Like grains of sand

But now, in this moment that’s ours

Keep my kisses on your lips, and

My hand forever in your hand