POETRY

Armed With an Empty Jar

Catching moments before they pass me by

Photo by Milan Popovic on Unsplash

Tick tock, tick tock,
Moves the second hand.

Listen closely,
To the rustling sound.
Ear to the walls,
Palms to the passing wind.

A moment passes by,
Then Another.
And Another.

Happiness is rare,
Calm is fleeting,
Focus endangered.

Jar in hand,
Blindfold on my eyes,
Search for the glistening specks.

Face out in the sun,
Sunscreen keeps the light away.

I can see them,
If I squint very hard.
Moments bounce off,
Quickly pass by.

Another day lost,
Sparkly contentment is —
Right around the corner.

Come back early tomorrow,
When the light is golden,
I seek to feel,
These moments of my life.