Treading water

I am lying on the flat ground, my arms spread out, staring up at the stars in the night sky. There is no wind, no sound, not a word to mar the perfect stillness surrounding me. What I seek is there, not far, I can sense it through my fingers; with one motion, one glance, the moment will be complete, final, and yet changing again in my grasp. The solitude stretches and rolls in front of me, like a great black wave and I try to peer past its dark curtain, my hands still stretching out...this moment that cannot last, must not last, yet it does through the water that treads its fevered, desperate breaths into the morning.