In the Moment

i wanted it...my God i wanted it ...but how do you do that...                                                                                                       HOW! the second you touch it...                                                                                 it's gone. it's the curse of being alive.                  After all...what are we?                    a bundle of thin blue wires...some red tubing our largest organ is our skin...What are we?            our brains are unreliable...our emotions uncontrollable. you want to grab it...hold it... good luck!        it's a lubricated bar of soap, you can't hold  i've tried...my life has been nothing but trying to hold on to it. how can you be in it?   how? if you can't even hold it... i feel like an astronaut                        moving aimlessly in space with no tether! love would be my first choice.                    when i delivered both my daughters at home pulled them out carefully from their mothers womb...Gone!                            their lives from one second old to now...Gone! women...oh how i have loved...made love                                         i have several doctorates in love making i hold women more carefully               than i do an over bloomed flower                                        as to  not lose a single petal. i refuse to breathe                    just to hold their scent                                                   as long i can.                                                           treasure their face...                  die in the act of a single kiss                                                                   dress myself in their skin. still    it can't be done           as soon as it happens                                                 it is gone                                                          absolutely                                                                               gone! you can't live there                          it is like Brigadoon.                                     you'll never find it again. you can't really live in the moment               not really it is gone as you live it... the present, is immediately...the past it is fleeting              never to be held                          i know...                                i want so many moments back...                                                                        just to live in them.                                                                                       you can't...you don't. we live what was... dream of what might be. live in the moment?  as my words hit the page...the moments passed.   in the moment?  yes! i know i've been there i just can't hold it.                        the smell of the ocean...                                 it's loud heavy metal music...                                                the meandering haze in the air                                                               that "i am invincible" feeling the first time you held her... your one true love now gone.                                            the chiseled pillow look of clouds                                                            looking down at you                                                                      as if you were the one. that huge neon moon... sits low in its living room. a baby breeze  touches lightly your breath.                                  a gripping moment                                                   of unconscious union                                                                      moments galore... in the moment?  i've tried! it's always left as it happens.  gone quicker than lived and than  only imagined. 12~28~2014 Maurice Yvonne Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest Name: In The Moment