I live this moment,

To think why I do so,

Another to left this pen and write my thoughts,

Yet another to blink, close my eyes,

And hear the leaves rustle,

Breathing and feeling the soft breeze climbing,

Nourishing my skin

Silence, a moment has passed,

A second has disturbed this silence,

With the howling of canines, mammals, dogs

What a world we live in,

Where moments- time goes by before a leaf can prepare to rustle,

An instinct can be an instinct,

And still, a moment can make the young old,

The gleeful gloomy,

The rich poor, the living deceased.

An ode to time written in a million moments or a single one,

Which is which?

I’m caught in the thought- a moment has passed.