Bless This Moment
Time is like a butterfly wing
comprised of delicate pieces.
It brushes across your fingers
leaving traces of itself on your skin
as it moves away from you with each breath.
Your attempts to hold it tighter,
to hold it longer,
to keep it somehow captive do nothing more
than destroy what you have so fleetingly
because what you want you can’t have anyway
at any cost
no matter how carefully you try to hold it.
So bless this moment
and let your breath out
and as it floats away from you
look at your fingers for gold glistening there
because that’s all you have left of it
when it leaves.
But it’s enough.