Content with tiny glories
that meanly shine from my room
I speak to you of travels
That we pass through too soon.
If we try to clench the moment
we smash it in our fists.
Like rocks that yield no water,
Time knows well, "Resist."
As flashing days that lap
upon my window fast
I beg lets fabricate memories
to breed the Now with Past.
Landmarks of detention
voluntarily paid
breathe from lung to lip.
They touch our skinny places
with pity lightly weighed
and linger not a moment
as they break us into days.