My moments

This poem is about those jarring times when life breaks out of its usual routine. Those times can be unwelcome, but even so, they provide markers to our lives:

My moments

parade

in a row

until

A trauma rings out

and my moments

disperse and

scatter

They collide

and collect

as a wrecked

freight train

Strewn and folded

and out of line

moments in time

can't be miscible

That is uniform,

identical and unvaried

or we lose our way

day to day.