Moments in Passing

"Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways."

-Stephen Vincent Benét

Moments in Passing

Life is found underneath the fingernails

Inside that space between your foot and the floor

When your mind is racing for tomorrow

and your legs are heavy with last night

At the moment before you cross the street

when you're just standing there

expecting 

the light that's meant for you

life is found

At the intrusion of desire-for-the-next-moment

life is found

Inside spaces we rarely look

In places we never thought were real

life is spilling over

without a hand to reap its bounty

So it wanders

It wonders why

In the months

years

lives spent

waiting for real love

to realize your love

Then -

in realizing you're love

life is found