For Getting

We have forgotten

how to remember

When I recall the windy evening at the beach
With her snuggled in my lap, my arms around her body
Do I only recollect the images saved on my phone of those moment?

Our family standing with our back to the gaping mouth of the Grand Canyon
What rushes to my mind is not a memory because I’m seeing myself
Tan and smiling
And my memory of the moment
Is crowded out by the memory of the album “family trip” in my photos

We remember moments experienced through a small black box
and we watch the screen as we watch for moments
to capture the scene
freeze the feelings
select the sense of being alive

Do we believe if we don’t capture the moment
It didn’t exist?

We mistakenly believe the moments are for “got”
”I got them.”
And we don’t remember the moments are for “getting”
Experiencing as they come
Letting them go
Remembering the moment not as they are
But as we are