Thirst

What if I could break the clock,
peel back the face of
time
let spill those moments
unseen
unheard

catch drops of an alternate past
and drink new memories from
my palm?
Could I quench my
wonder? Last

I tried, a friend I once thought
wise
said,

Only the bitterest are heavy enough to catch,

The sweetest, the lightest
floated
out
too quick
dissolved.