the day was mostly unremarkable: 
early fall and late to school -- 
the time was one of prepossession, 
thinking was the freeing tool 

when she believed that all the sorrow 
was a thing to overcome, 
and this, her moment in the narrow 
space between each vector sum. 

the day moved on, and she did, slowly, 
slowly towards a destiny 
wrought with things beyond conception, 
medically or mentally -- 

and this -- this is the lesson, really: 
we are all-our-moments-one -- 
even when we're bruised and battered 
after all remarks 

are done