The Moment Disappears The moment disappears into the past, lost forever, while the future becomes the present, so soon I am not ready for it. I want to stop time; seeing the sea, eye of the sky, I just want to be. I have spent so many moments as a slave in forced mental labor, thinking about things of no interest to me. I have spent so many tense moments studying the tenses so that I could say, "I had been studying the tenses when she arrived at 9," when all I wanted was to feel her body next to mine. I want my mind to roam free, like my hands over her body, one moment leading to another, until time and tense are forgotten in the live conjugation of the verb to be: Now we are one!
	By Louis Martin