Salted Caramel

Salty
burning rivulets rushing
pushed by gravity like every newborn
is pushed
out of eternity
into living--
into dying.
Sweet
hacking gasps of air
letting you know you're alive, like
the wind
through a desert
reminds that stillness
is only temporary.
Addicted
moments that feel steeped in eternity
bobbing, afraid to let the burning stop
to take a breath your lungs will need

this moment will pass.