Click

To capture is mine

The pearl, the gem, the crux

Washing over me isn't enough

Your words so heady, to listen alone just doesn't cut it.

Your big heads have a safe.

A lock box, a lid snapping shut,

For me, the commoner, the external hard drive

My hands my keyboard my camera, my list

My beloved, cherished executive assistants

Thank you, old friends.

I despise the slow sieve, the free fall, the loss

I can't have it, I won't have it.

It's what I do so I don't have to

Mine is the keepsake

The one raindrop

The neat turn of phrase

As compact as it is deep

The way the folds meld the color

The first kiss of the wood burning stove or the grill

The way you're gone but not gone

Thank god I saved you while I still could.

If you see me staring

That's me etching, imprinting, encoding

July is important, our trip to the store, the laugh

The freckles will never look the way they did today

I'll need to memorize the curves

Before the lithe lines take over

I'll ask for grace

For that which flits away while I'm not attending

I did it just now

While you were reading

I do it all day keeping what I love

Letting some of it evaporate

In spite of what I said before.