Blink

A poem about life.

Life moves by pretty quick and

even quicker when we look back at a photograph

to remember the moment

as if it were still happening.

Time is an odd thing.

Some moments feel long

while others feel far shorter

but in the end

it all goes by in a blink.

But what exactly is a blink?

Do they count down our lives?

Do they help us see better

perhaps, the truth from the lies?

Or are they more like a shutter

within a camera

capturing moments and memories

like photographs of the mind?

Take a deep breath. Smile. Relax.

Open your eyes for just long enough

to see the world and take it all in.

Let your eyes embrace all they can

then capture it all at once.

Blink.