Momentary Things

On this sluggish

hot summer day

lethargy thickens

and a deadened will

idly lies, ingrown

like a second skin.

As nostalgia howls

you begin to question

everything that exists

beneath the surface

of momentary things.

Your smile strains

under the weight

of such questioning

and your will wants

only to predict of a more

productive tomorrow.

Still deep in thought, 
you are startled, glancing up,

you answer a reassuring "Yes"
to your kids enquiring if you'd
like to partake in a game of "Life".

The time you had just deemed
too inauspicious, willingly blazes on,
while the game of "Life" becomes
a fond remembrance, that hovers
in the mind at days end,

beneath the light of the moon.