Snapshots

If we could only capture an instant, one frame of this life with but our eyes; freeze the clouds adorning the argent crescent, count the raindrops on a storm-soaked leaf - where might we be? If the beauty present in one second could be stretched to encompass each day; the eyes of a pet, loving with no thought of lies, the words with a friend, badgering and boon both - what tangles might we unravel? If we could rob this unduly perturbing world of every snatch of glee in our grasp; a bolt of lightning dancing in an eyelid's sky, a laugh caught in the lens of a memory - what tapestry might we paint with these echoes? If we can strive to hold these glimpses of a grin, these flashes finite, fleeting and fundamental; the chapter that keeps you in its thrall, ensorcelled, the cat's tail curling continually 'round your calf - what tale might we spin from these ghosts of a moment?