Moments That We Isolate Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Moments are like water wrested from a sandy river bed
In a hand-held mug and stored with miserly caution;
Poured into a rusty bucket, the water silently seeps away
From a leak at the bottom. So it may seem to an aged person,
Who now treasures time, replaying in cinematic memory,

Days without clock-face, seasons unmarked in private annals,
Moments beyond time, primordial or recurrent routine:
Isolated drops of life, like drops of water in a parched land.