Fractions

Life runs by in fractions of time
mini stories
cut up into sections.

Like a stop watch counting down
A trip to the beach,
We count down the in-between

Before the next is ready to play.
We balance moments upon
Moments and wait for

Them to keep growing taller
Or topple over.
We wish them to move faster

But when a moment topples
too fast
We wish to slow the stop watch.

And ask for our time back--
Maybe just a last smile, replayed.
Or the bad joke your father always tells.

You want to roll your eyes in jest again &
Hear the mock groaning
To the end of his joke

Even though the end is always the same
You want to hear it again anyway.
Just one last time, one fraction more.