our lives unfold moment by moment by moment
though we try to clump them together into
years and weeks and minute-by-minute or 
compartmentalize them into 
home and work and hobby and 
now and then and now-and-then 
and maybe it helps to think there is
some underlying structure to it all since 
otherwise we are like untethered balloons
caught up in an errant breeze that 
pulls us right past the delineations of
time and titles and self-imposed strictures
and how would we ever manage to define ourselves
if we just let life unfold moment by moment by moment

dVerse poetry prompt: unpunctuated