In the Moment

Around me, things near and dear, familiar and rarely reached,

Books, artwork, dusty shelves and nooks, nick-knack reminders

Of past lives, veteran things like me which managed to come so

Far, making it worn and aged but safely to this place, two small

dogs, the younger with a stuffed toy exploring squeaker and fiber

filled guts, the elder lazily lounging on the late afternoon couch,

And I with my thoughts, rooting for words which would adequately

Place all of us in our proper and present state. Nothing, not even the

Dust is destined to remain forever the same. And winter, cold and

Gray, pressing its chill against the warmth of words and images

Secured here within, shall too eventually fade from the erstwhile

Memories of the moment encased in this fleeting time and place.

Chris Hanch 1-12-17