There have been many moments

I’ve lived with

on my walks—

a deer’s glance,

a swan gliding through mist,

a sunset burning like fire into the lake.

I wonder about pulling out my phone—

but stop myself,

reminding—

“I’ll never capture this.”

The phone stays—

where it is.

The moment stays—

slowly fading into memory,

like a photograph left out in the rain,

detached,

different from what it truly was.

Dying,

yet alive—

in my heart.