If I could hold the moment in my hand
I would compress it
Into a small cube
So it could fit into an ice tray

I would put it in my freezer
And probably never touch it
Until Spring Cleaning

The Moment:
I wait for it
Like you wait for your last song
At your deathbed wedding

I know I’m scared
But please ask me
If I’m scared
I want to know
How I lie


If I could hold the moment in my hand
I would throw it in the air
And let the London wind
Take it to the river

The turtles would eat it
Because they are    slow
Or are they living
At the right pace?

I don’t know
But
I know that:

The moment
Makes ME feel comfortably sick