A Collection of Poems About Chunks of Time-Carson Taylor
By Carson Taylor
Moments
There’s something beautiful in moments
Because in moments, all there are are details
There is no plot, there is no before and after
There is only this small slice of time
We forget most of our moments
And with them, we lose the details
The moments we do remember decay and warp with time
Recontextualized by millions of more moments
But there is joy in forgetting
Because we cannot hold on to everything
That which does not slip through our fingers is gold
Panned from the rivers of our memories
The most beautiful moments mean nothing
We remember them not because they changed our lives
But because they caught our imagination
Snapped to attention amidst a fog of the forgotten
I remember sitting at school
Watching my friends spill milk on linoleum floors
Glossy “mozzarella” “cheese” you could roll into balls and bounce
Buoyed by the endless creativity of bored boys at lunchtime
I remember lying in the park
Six feet apart from friends on beach towels, hands picking at grass
Staring at the glint of the sun through thick foliage
Twisted through the air by a slight midday breeze
I remember biking down a hill
Going far faster than I had any right to on a second-hand BMX bike
The wheels wobble despite me and steady again, the wind bites at my hair
Tousled by an hour of reckless decision making
I remember moments like that from this summer
But I’m not going to tell you what they are
Because the beauty of moments lies in which details we remember
Preserved against our will in the back of our minds
I’m not sure what I’ll remember about this summer
I’m not sure what is going to survive the next ten years
But something will
And you were a part of it.
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The Salmon Swims Upstream
The salmon swims upstream
Through rustic rapids rushing
These calm cascades are crushing
They’re all he’s ever known
The stream splits like a seam
Into a river riding rougher
This time the task is tougher
He’s swimming now alone
The brook before was brief
Salmon swam side-by-side
Companions call and cry
They’ve lost one of their own
These goodbyes gain him grief
This tributary is tasking
His life, land, loves, none lasting
He learns, adapts, he’s grown
He begs for a brief break
Some slower swimming solace
Pining over a prior promise
Until a new life is shown
At long last lies the lake
Absence alleviated in amity
New friends to form fresh family
Another momentary home
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Cereal
A baby
Stares up at a mother, confused and hungry
I'm a picky eater for someone who's literally never eaten anything
Someone hands me a bottle
By far the best thing I've ever tasted
Just wait until I try cereal
I'll never eat anything else
A child
stares up at a grandfather, amazed he can pour milk
Thinking that's all I want to be
A copy, just like them
Except maybe an astronaut
Up in orbit, looking down
Making space cereal, or whatever they do up there
A teenager
Stares at an empty page, the application essay
I have to write about my life
Should I tell them about the space cereal?
Nah, that's a bad idea
Write something about chess club
That's way more interesting
An adult
Stares at their son, why is he so loud?
I haven't slept in a week and I'm super tired
Give him some cereal, he'll quiet down
None of that sugary stuff though
Maybe Dad will babysit tonight
I hope he knows how to text
A grandfather
Stares at his grandson, smiling in the inside
At the toddler staring wide-eyed back at me
You're your dad's problem now, little guy
He won't sleep for a week
Wait, he wants me to babysit?
Sure, I'll send him back with Lucky Charms
Today,
Looking back on my life
It's hard to make out the lessons
I've learned through the years
I'm only sure of two things:
I should've appreciated the moments I had
And I should have eaten more cereal
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Short
Did you expect more?
We were only here two months
Poetry takes time
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Goodbye my new friends
Thank you for all the moments
It’s been a pleasure