The Student Literary Journal of Vermont State University

This moment
goes by so quickly
did I see it
did I know it
as it passed
would I recognize it
if it came again
this moment
cannot come again
there is only one
always here
always passing
never to be grasped
never to return
the greater my desire
to hold it the more
this moment
eludes me
this moment
that is the only thing here
and that is not here
at all
this moment
calls to my emptiness
a blank mirror
recognizing a brother
this moment
a bottomless lake that is
continually drained
continually filled
it goes by so quickly
how often I forget
that everything depends
everything turns upon
this moment