Don't Waste It

I couldn't feel joy there
In the moment
where I waited, frozen
like a fly in amber
where I hung, immobile
after the wall rose up
the new barrier,
and I crashed against it, reeling
looking back to a past
that was lost
I finally began
the long journey around it
and found, to my surprise,
a new joy rising up
revealing the seconds of my life
as tiny points of light
embers, swirling around me,
rushing past then going dark
one by one by one
Time smells like the end of autumn
when the sting of winter
is carried into your lungs
and each breath offers up
the sharp promise of snow