I didn’t mean to steal the moment,
but it looked so unattended,
left out in the open
as if inviting me to whisk it away.

What might I do with a moment such as this...
rare, unguarded, beckoning?

I could grasp it tightly,
tuck it beneath my pillow for safekeeping…
though I suspect it would still find a way to escape.

Or...
I could hold it in open hands,
watch in awe as the wind caught it,
see it mount the currents of life,
and leap on beside it.