Lost in the Moment

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“How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — little rags and shreds of your very life.” ~Katherine Mansfield

 

You were always an adventure

An open road I longed to take

You held freedom like a flag

One that flew higher than any uncaged bird

Your arms always opened wide

Wider than the windows of your Chevy Corvette

With dreams flying even faster

Every time you let me drive

You embraced life like a mother holding her child after a scare

Strong yet gentle as a kiss should be

Lost in the moment was the place we lingered

Somewhere between not a care in the world and the deepest of longings

It is a magic that life cannot always provide

That pool can only be dipped for a time

But it dries up in the midst of learning to live

Sooner or later bills have to be paid

Agendas and responsibilities have to be met

There are dentist appointments and grocery store runs

And you find yourself lost in a different way

Buried in the business of staying afloat

One day at a stop light on my way to work

I saw a loose canary flying nearby

It landed on a branch and just looked about

I was not sure if he was lost or just relieved to be free

Yet, in my heart, I knew the answer.