Long moments

There are some most beautiful moments
when in the emptiness of things around me,
I want to flirt with myself.
I know I have chosen it
to coax me, to make myself do the things,
I would not like to do otherwise.

There are some most beautiful moments 
when I do things
and I know I want to do it.
I can keep doing it again and again,
until I am tired, like a moth
circling around its own prize,
and decide not to do it anymore.

Then,
there comes some long moments of brief silence.

Photograph by Ryan Forester