Write Cycles

These moments forming
Drip like leaky thoughts
Pooling in posterity
All they contain or impart
Drops with directionality
And the thin skin of surface tension
Exploding as they collide
Into all I’ve been- all I am.
Too many moments to mention
But each sip remains.
I am the same. I am changing.
I am forever changed.
I am the moment forming,
The moment collected,
And the moment evaporated away.