moments

I capture the moment but it eludes me
Spinning around it reveals its nature:
Not one moment, but many, a day of moments
All equal, banal to an outsider’s eye
Facets of an amorphous whole that isn’t really there

A ladder poised against a gutter
An ugly collection of Italianate marble urns refusing to decay
The sun, courteous words with a neighbor

A cup of tea grown cold
My son in the car chatting on the way to wawa
You used to fence there I know
A deckside lunch, lackluster food
Family

Wrestling on the couch
A hug