A Moment in Time
If I could capture a moment in time
hold it in my hand and disappear within it,
it would be the time we froze stumbling through
mounds of snow to find an open coffee house
Our cheeks bright red and eyes tearing from the stinging wind
We were shining then
laughing and shining.
I look up from my book at your pensive face,
so many years so many thrilling moments
and I know now,
I have no need to disappear.
Eileen Elkinson's work has appeared in Bewildering Stories, Long Story Short, The Shine Journal, and others. She is an editor for Mezzozine Magazine and lives in Asheville, N.C.