Moments are the only thing we have
Footprints
Sand castles and love letters
     on the beach
Yield to the rising tide
Sink beneath the froth
     and flotsam
The sand remains
     but the pattern is lost

Moments are all that we have
I lift a pear from the table
The arrows of my mouth
     slice the yielding flesh
The gull slides through the amber sunset

My poetry?
Monuments to our
     moments