There are great moments
Ones that cling to memory without a struggle
Signs or signposts marking spaces in our lives
Then there are those million moments
When we are connected to the energy of getting done
Moving on to the next all absorbing event
Moments that bundle themselves together and lose distinction in the crowd
Sometimes a noticing arises
That there seems to be a sliding past
Where the direction has shifted
A turning back on itself has occurred
Perhaps it’s a memory trigger
A scene or color, scent or sound
Whatever the source, it’s cause for a pause
You take a detour
Step down below the surface
Or maybe around and sideways
Or even further down the road
Steps that maybe lead to wondering
What might have been
Or what’s still possible