Living Life a Moment at a Time

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 I was supposed to write this yesterday, but I didn’t.

There was no emergency, no pressing obligation. Nothing was standing in my way. I just couldn’t talk myself into starting. And that, sometimes, is the hardest part, getting starting. I haven't written many poems over the past couple of months. The blank feels heavy sometimes. It expects too much.

I have however, been toying around with a sci-fi short story. A space heist story. I am not sure if it will turn out to be good, or if I will be able to figure out an ending for it, but it is something that I am having fun with. At least so far. 

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how quickly time slips through our fingers, especially during the moments we want most to hold onto. The quiet ones. The ones that seem like nothing on the surface but mean everything when they’re gone.

That’s the essence of this week’s spotlight poem.

📝 Spotlight Poem: "Moment by Moment"

You can read the full poem here:
👉 Moment by Moment

It’s about how fleeting the important moments can be. How badly we want to stretch them out, slow them down, freeze them in place so we can truly see and feel them—only to find them slipping away before we can even take a breath.

The speaker wants to stay in the room.
Wants to soak in every detail.
But time doesn't cooperate.

If you’ve ever found yourself overwhelmed in the presence of someone you care about and unable to say the right thing, unable to stay long enough, watching the moment vanish faster than it arrived, you might find a piece of yourself here.

That’s part of what poetry does. It gives us a way to name what’s hard to say out loud.

Thanks, as always, for spending this time with me, even if we have to take it moment by moment.

—Donnie


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