We live by moments—
those fragments of reality
that slip beneath the door of time.
We pile them into minutes, hours
that form a bridge across the day.

We say “I’ll only be a moment”
when we’re half out the door
and the time between departure and arrival
is too brief to count.

But tack on those last three letters,
and suddenly it’s World War III, the Moon Landing,
Hurricane Andrew. Three letters
and a ho-hum remnant bursts into significance.