Circumstances and moments
Flit by, high speed trains
racing through these days of syrup
A glorious kiss whisped past us
Spectacularly big winds held your hair back for a second
Hands held so tightly then released
Hillsides on the bay clustered with growth
Somehow still erode with passing tides
And even the volcanoes here erupt
Stars are born
In a minute
Love returns
In a flash
Hopes restored
Through ease
Not force, drawn out
Not fleeting moments
Passing glances
Or hopelessness
Lava flowing from Kīlauea
is making a new land
200 years of sporadic eruptions
It is not done
Flowing from within us
Our love has sporadic eruptions
Going quickly and forming land
We are not done
This moment just goes on and on, a lost ballet restored, a new dream, a blossoming fruit tree with the sweetest nectarine, and winding river, the longest book, tall crunchy snow, iconic pictures in our minds… Children growing are one of the few markers that anything is happening around us… Morning birds singing, a delicious meal, planting veggie starts, oceanside sand castles, trips around the peninsula, weekend play dates…
Adam F.C. Fletcher 