To whom does this moment belong
When we are all experiencing it at once?
Just from different angles
And perspectives?
I take a photo
And the moment rolls on
Becomes the next one
And then some
When they exist
But their minds are stolen away by distraction
I take this frame
And deliver it back to them
Some other time
When they are here for it?
But then,
will they ever be here for it?
Regardless
I’ve stolen it with a lens
Captured its fluttering fragile beat within a camera
Painted it the way I remember
Glad
That I was here
*from the races a few years ago
