Fleeting Moments

I write of those fleeting moments, unmindfully lived Gone before I was even aware of their passing; Knowing they were a mere uneventful glance, a slice of my life disappeared vanished gone-- Gone forever into that vacuous biotic known as my life, as it were, and Realizing so are the passages of every life. The whole is but gathered vaporous bits of mostly irrecoverables Still, I gather those glances into malleable clumps [I am thankful they were mine to live small pieces of me memorable joyful sad--] Of clay and mold them into one recognizable piece known as my life, as it were, and Realizing so are the passages of every life. March 5, 2021