The Moment

We celebrate the moment
We mourn the moment.
We fear that it will
swiftly slip away.
We attempt
to grasp it
like a water bucket out of the well
dripping,
slipping away.
Leaves of autumn
sprawled
like a carpet
waiting to greet us.
The day grows dark
the air is crisp
I smell the scent of
Vanilla from the bakery.
I stop
I smile
I take it all in
Watching my son in his sleep
his bunny tucked under his arm
the dog bringing a sock
as an offering.
The moment
fading into a memory
In front of me.
Living in the present
Is all that matters
Today is all I have