Moments

A Pose, Caught in a Moment

Taken through the kitchen window while I was eating my breakfast this morning

Moments

What are moments for?

Moments: over and over they come, they 

haunt us, we wait for them, race through them,

speak of them and waste far too many 

at our peril. We should treat each one as 

special and seize them, not speed them on their way.

Some hours we set apart, planning to be 

happy in. But all moments are Earth’s murmurs 

to be merry and be dreamy  in 

to be forever joyful, never mournful.

What can we live within but hours and minutes, 

days and years? We must still extract each moment,

sense each one and mould it, stretch it out to 

fit us. What form are they, these fragile fragments

of our lives, are they diamonds, squares or circles?

What shape is time? Where does it go? An answer 

to those questions would bring God and all the

angels to claim us, flying over the

fields to carry us away on the wind

and in the briefest of moments we would

be gone.........

Cait O’Connor

(Apologies to Philip Larkin)