momend

snowmen were

never taught how

to swim

so sweat drowns

both their nerves and

themselves

but only through

slippery death do they know

what it means to

move

*

my shadow

has gone away

to the bedfellow of night

while i am here

shivering

trying to remember

what was

when what was

but finding only hours

not slept

and morning coming

uninvited

*

all there are

are moments

and they need not

be momentous to lead

to momentous moments

like a first kiss which led

to this fire that tears

cannot extinguish and

yells only fuel

and she leaves

a moment to leave

and i do

one step at a time

which leaves a long way

between the moment and us