each moment

time is like a snowflake
on your cheek. you have
but a moment to examine
its unique points before it
melts. the moment you
touch the lines on your face,
realise how quickly the years
have turned, another day is
fleeing and you cannot rewind.
when did the lines as you
furrow your brow become
visible when your face is at
rest? you cannot pinpoint that
moment and if your gasping
head broke out of the icy lake
in self-aware shock when your
last hair turned silver it would
still be racing into the never-to-
be-known past as you drown in
the sea of tomorrow. the shops,
the bars, the television programs
beckon with smug arms. you cannot
hold onto today so forget that reality
and immerse yourself in stores forever
fresh, drinks forever young, and shows
forever new. perhaps by the time you
awake with all the unavoidable aches
and pains you will be too drugged to
care. or perhaps you will fight, grasp
the beautiful angst of frozen water, no
two drops alike, and live breathless in
each moment.