this moment, whether seized or released,
is all that matters.
the sun on the shore, the sun silvering surf,
the sun on your skin, the sun on your mind;
that bouquet, that kick of fruit and wine
mingled with dark smoke;
this one brief pause
in a long climb toward a summit; the
from pain’s arms.
this moment is yours. this moment is you,
is all there is:
a moment of quickened light
where you get to choose
to either forego regret
or let it inform your next breath
and all the ones
this moment knows you,
knows your answer
before you can
breathe a word.
— for Betsy, 6/17/2015