Keeping a moment alive --
an oxymoron, not the 
"alive" part, but the "keeping."

It can't be held, or set aside
in a cage or gilded lockbox.
A moment is in movement, gone
before you extend your reach.

Now, a memory is (perhaps)
another thing, but ask me
about it again         tomorrow.


This draft is in response to a prompt from Miz Quickly on Thanksgiving Day, 2022. Happy memory-making!