Occasionally, in an enchanted moment,
In the midst of an incomprehensible love,
We resolve to take charge of our lives
And stop
sleepwalking.

We resolve to act, to change,
To become better spouses
Than ones deemed so by our spouses,
To become better parents and children
Than the imaginary ones conjured by our children and parents,
To become better people
Full of love and will and purpose.

Of course, nothing comes of it.

The moment vanishes,
As all such moments do,
And life, uncontrollable,
Springs back to where it was before.