The pause between…
The world is made of perfect moments.
Each moment perfect for something,
We careen through life, never in one moment,
Never in one, always looking ahead to the next or the next three, or the seventeen moments from the moment we never saw,
On to the next, on to the next, on to the next, on and on and on and on and on and on
So quickly the world becomes a blur
And our memories are built from the thoughts we had of anticipation of a moment that came and went unrecognized because when it arrived we were thinking or another moment in the future so that our past is created from our thoughts about what the world will be.
Life lives between the breaths.
In the quiet.
In the fall of a drop of water
From my body
After the shower.
Just for a moment…