“Cherish every moment” – this cliché  

            we’ve heard it so often any truth has fade.

                        it’s arbitrary, oversimplistic, but with good intent.

            and we’re left with empty answers, only questions remain.

But dare we say that numbers can solve it?

            How do you quantify a moment?

 

                        A moment.

                        A moment.

                        A moment.

                        A moment.

 

53 seconds was just enough

                        for the initial rush,

                                                the heart to feel

                                    for the ink to dry a distinct tattoo,

                        on our bones, no two quite the same.

 

53 seconds was just enough

                        for the imprint of beauty

                                                the warmth  of one’s hand

                                    the taste of that coffee,

                        lingering on your tips.

 

53 seconds was just enough

            for love so deep

                                    the capacity for change

                         the cry of that hurt       

            to set your character, wisdom, and joy.

           

53 seconds was just enough

                        for grace to flow

                                                 to be set in stone

                                    for the world to be bigger than ourselves

                        a complexity unimaginable

 

53 seconds was just enough for you to make moments, but given as well.