This Now

I hold the camera still 

and try to steal the beauty
of fall for just a moment
trap it in the cells of my camera
with technology I will never understand
But I can’t seem to hold it
perhaps there is no way to really hold
a feeling,
sometimes I feel desperate
in my need to remember
with clear and perfect
a moment
of time that is passing by too 
Memories are not made
or kept
photographs fade
and the recollection of place and time
and even people
become shadows
of what once was
If I still myself
and quiet my need,
I can will myself with breath 
to return to this now
and be 
where beauty 
that cannot be held

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