Sitting in a carpark

Noise and cars and people

I must shop, but I’m so tired

And everything hurts

A nearby tree gives shade

Its green leaves vibrant under a clear blue sky

Waving to the tune of a cool breeze

A butterfly flutters past

A tiny smudge of orange and black

Sometimes it’s the small things

If you know how to look

Sitting next to a hospital bed

Holding a frail hand

She’s not sick, she tells me

She doesn’t know why she’s there

Her breath hitches painfully

While cleaners roll trolleys past the door

And random equipment beeps

Somewhere nearby

I hold her hand

And hold on to this moment

A life full of moments

Snapshots of memory

Good, bad, everything in between

Overlapping, intersecting with others

Weaving existence