There was that moment once
when everything seemed aligned
everything where it should be
and time ceasing to matter.
You wondered if this had
happened before, hoping
to grasp the moment, elongated
so that time would slow to a crawl.
Now you wonder if that moment,
or one just like it, will come again,
how would it be different,
how would you be different?
Was it truly aligned, or was that
a state you imagined from
your well of desires, never real
but momentarily perfect nonetheless.