I LONG TO HOLD THIS MOMENT STILL
I wrap my arms around
a remembered moment
and will never let it go.
It’s like a taste of caviar
on the tip of the tongue.
It deserves a monument.
This must be what bliss is—
a bubble the angels blew
and let float high in the sky
for you to see but not touch.
A promise of a still moment
creates a terminal lucidity—
a euphoric moment of stillness
that sprouts wings for me to fly.