What is it about a smell or a taste ?
Or is it about a day or a place ?
Maybe in our mind or the outside space
Perhaps it’s a time of life or a phase
there resides in all of it, that moment,
an experience, as if an agreement
with life, to peek into our past
To enliven an instant, for us to outlast
and indulge in a sensual pastime
beyond present, freezing into a prime
A moment that we can call upon
in dire need of a soulful dawn
when all else fails, but that instant remains
to cherish along life’s various lanes
Ink what you think 