minutes, hours, days in full flight
clouds flee as the grounded ache
frittering upon, clutching the by-gone
youthful, carefree, tarnishing memories
believing this will change the present
a palatable, explicit, desperate yearning
eyes-in-the-back-of-their-head forward gander
picking numbers, hoping, dreaming
anticipation of a moneyed destiny
believing this will change the present
some, a few, find and press the overt pause button
to rope in the spirited moment
linger between clock ticks
find, without searching, tranquility
contained in the present
© 2013 by DC Lessoway
