Hesitantly, hold a precious moment frozen
in time, softly cupped by frigid hands
Hoping today, time’s sands will shift.
But eventually, slight tremors
cascading in alarm
the fragility of the
moment spirals out of
cringing apologetic fingers
sailing admirably on its final flight
irrevocably smashing on the implacable floor.
Some folk's hands are just too jittery
to trust with the good stuff.
I am sharing this one for dVerse's open link night. Thanks again, for a great evening at the bar!