inimitable snapshot

the hands of a writer

are war-torn

each memory reflected, rejected, expected

to become something greater, something

in combination with every

sound, every

taste, every

narrative

unbeknownst to the mind,

the hands of a writer

mold each experience into a windowframe:

and it exposes the unmistakable

convergence of a million different moments

coalescing in the space of heartbeat

the result is an inimitable snapshot,

a few saturated words to express a lifetime

and the hands will do it all again

tomorrow

because there will be more lifetime to frame