Mono No Aware

Once in a while, my body decides my mind needs to take a moment
to stare into the distance – preferably through a window.

When I go out the door, I feel more at ease carrying in my pockets
a tiny wooden airplane, a coin, a ••••• •• ••••••, and a cherry pip.

Whenever I feel that tiny sadness for the beauty of things passing,
I try to make images.

Somehow, it feels like a profoundly important thing to do.

As if I want to keep those moments; in a way give them more time
than they had,

until I’m ready to let go.