it’s not the moment that belongs 
to me. moments do not belong. 

only the contents within belong. 
yes. even as the moments fall 

away, what is held within them 
clings… and often remains…

floating in the ether of the
present, fighting for an instant

of respectful acknowledgment
that it, too, wishes to witness

the rising of the sun, raging and
purposeful and new, over the

blazing and acquiescent horizon
that waits with ardent consciousness.