Temporary Moments

There are moments,
Fragile,
Delicate,
And
Undoubtedly precious,
Where I realize how temporary
Everything is.
Fingers flying across my keyboard
(Trying to somehow write around this disaster)
And bits of mumbled poetry
Mixing into my morning coffee,
Sunsets
And Sunrises,
Hate and Love,
And all these things
Cracked and Broken
That I hold to my bare chest so
Irrevocably mine
And so
Momentary.
I scoop these belongings
From the lining of my heart
And lay them out before me
Counting one by one
All of the blessings I so easily forget,
Remembering what my hated preacher
(The one that stares me in the eye and the soul and smiles)
Said about Dust
And how we are all really
Dust
And to this wonderful Dust
We shall return.
And I don’t believe in the one above
But I do believe
In Science
And Death
And someone once told me that we were all really
Stardust,
Birthed from the heavens,
The universe’s forgotten children.
And during these temporary moments
When my heart is beating out of my chest
It is easy to believe that
And it is easy to remember
Why
I continue to Live.