Feathers and Wax

We can't capture time, we can’t

We can’t make it stop. We try

Like we've always tried to fly

Fashioning wings out of feathers and wax

pedals and strings

Gravity still wins

And time still evades our grasp

We capture its passage

catch as catch can

in  celluloid frames

in dark rooms with flickering light

fragments, just, faded and flat

We press it between pages

pin its wings under glass

we still have nothing of it to hold on to

No real grasp

we can't stop time on the wing

like flies in the amber of our sap

Its jewels fossilized in our veins

We can’t capture time

but we can do this

We can rhyme about it

or not

We can transcribe

its passage on our hearts

on the  canyons of our minds

We can trace its shadows

Like paper silhouettes

of shadows and light

We can take pens to paper

We can be poets

the holders of moments

We can write a poem

We can do that.

-Meredith Charpantier

 

From behind the wheel of the CRV in LA

At Fairfax & Sunset - Worried about forgetting the instant

I did not yet forget