Toasting Momentary Forevers


Worlds become…

Whether by the celebration of  oregano and garlic aroma

Or

The eagle’s screech on high morphing a distant parental swell of a daughter’s little league score

Or

A boy’s first job
The brown bags with a milk bottle on the bottom
Wonder Bread on top
A cheery “Have a nice day, Mrs. Gilbert”

Or

Discovered independence brought forward
By Tropic of Cancer’s ink and paper visions

Or

An off-base Tijuana weekend pass
Uniform pressed
Marksman medal polished
Old Spice weather pattern alight
Reality’s first XXX presentation
Delivering painted eyes eliciting compassion
Where Penthouse and Playboy pages once ruled

Or...

A boy’s remembrance of curiosity
A man’s desire to mature
Conjuring classic images
Housed now behind
Surreal windows
Doors
Foreshadowed urns of origins

Or…

Might there be questioning of another kind
Making buoyant the cushion of consciousness
Defying impending gravity
Asking again of the heart ever faithful;

Will I be ready to accept
Time’s next momentary need for me

Such is the cherishing
Of momentary forevers
Always defying another year’s end