Finite Infinities

We are all locked in moments we can’t forget. Songs, places, and people fused into our souls, each memory a brick mortared in place. Every person pieced together by a timeline capturing themselves in moments significant to their very being.

The time you experienced raw joy,

A moment when you were overwhelmed by happiness,

A second dragged down by grief that felt like decades,

A breath stolen, but giving so much more,

Each a badge added to your belt, a memory fed to your soul, digested, and absorbed to nourish who you are.

Your laugh given life when your father would throw you high above and asked to bring a star back for him.

Your fear an imminent obsidian being given life, escaping from the cracks under the closet the first night you slept alone.

Your wonder born from watching the bees mingle amongst the flora,

You swore they were sharing secrets with the flowers.

Your grief, an all-consuming cell, feasting, a glutton for the richness of soul.

Your optimism a beacon around your neck, a reminder happiness is a choice.

Your courage, anger, curiosity a seed planted by a moment in time. They vine and bloom and thorn, seedlings nurtured by kindness.

Finite infinities imprinted into your being.