subtext

“To see a world in a grain of sand/and a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour”—-William Blake

An eternal pause

which opens in a moment

then vanishes

(like a leaf fall breaks

the still flow

of the autumn air;

or a stutter step

in a dance

almost breaks rhythm;

or a match flares

an aura briefly

as the wick takes flame)

is where we are,

always.