It is not the simple snapshots we have taken that are real…

it is flux, it is change that is real.

            — Henri Bergson

I.

picture a moment of surf scattered sun

poured in a bottle corked and sealed with wax

carried on the tide bobbing about the

constant current of time’s ceaseless flow

II.

picture a moment in black and white brandished

inside a boxcar of a travelling train

gliding on greased tracks onward

into dawn into dazzling day into falling night

III.

picture a moment snapped from space

the spinning world in silent stillness

while time’s unceasing symphony sings on strings

and wind and brass among the swirling stars

IV.

picture a moment at a park where children play

with the perfect ignorance of an unwound watch

while the ticking clock still clicks onward

long after youth left that morning to memory

 

©Jedidiah Paschall   April 28, 2020