Saturday, January 06, 2007
Holding a moment...
- C.S. Lewis
Whispering is the moment,
like a fragile butterfly
that lands least expected.
You hover and tease, painfully finicky,
you make me slave to hold you.
I can gaze on the canvas of your painted colors,
hold my breath at the contemplative movement of calmed flight.
But with open palm only.
I can not grasp you or I will kill you.
I can not make you stay...without driving you away.
I must be content to experience the present...without thought of more.
Your fleeting beauty teaches me the elusive grace of gratitude.
Visit me again and again and again...
-Holding a moment by Eric Blauer 1.6.07