A Moment in Time

Moments are like fireflies.

Through autumn afternoons

and spring evenings they glide

emitting unique rays of light

and when they synchronize 

they become the memory behind our eyes.

On summer nights,

we reach for them 

to catch them as they flicker

as one would reach for a camera

to catch a picture

to stuff in a jar with paintings and poetry

before the glow dies 

but sometimes,

we stand and stare

soaking in the experience

as, like stars, they glimmer in the air.