Moment

You open the door
to a morning so crisp
you could snap it in half if you tried.

You feel the fresh chill
where it skips up your skin
as you move from the warmth to outside.

For only a second
—one glorious second—
you’re alone in the morningsharp air.

Then they call out your name
And you say “Just a second!”


…


But the second is no longer there.