one moment

f I lived through each moment I lived

I could have been a poem

Read and re-read

many times over

one after another

I could be a story of a lifetime

I could be a river

merging into ocean

at my own delta

I am over flowing

raising bars for no apparent reason

if I were a butterfly

I could have lived

through haircuts

clipped wings

and polished cheeks

here I am with rough edges

smeared with sweetened cream

scraped from birthday cake

if I were a pencil

I could have written and sketched

faces and flowers

one after other

sun flowers and

faces with flowers in hair

I lived those moments

through each of these moments

I conveniently

forgot to live through this one moment

this very single moment…