Frozen moments

A moment froze within its pose
and I captured it just so
for there are few and far between
that fit from edge to edge.

Too large and they’re a burden,
too small means something's missing,
but that edge to edge the manner, means,
of satiating me.

I thought then of you and love
under a cloudless sky
and of the birthing process
that leads to greater things.

And I thought of rain and thunderstorms,

of anguish and dismay,
and then I saw the edges
slowly, slowly curling up
and my frozen moment melted
into a puddle round my feet.

So I splashed a bit; ‘twas still good
for the time it took to know
frozen moments disappear
when mind turns up the heat!