That one split second, a moment in time,
A division of forever, that dub of heart,
And “ahhh” of breath;
The distance of a pulse over the length of a glance,
The end of a search,
And the beginning of what is found.
See, feel, hear, a million things at once…
Yet once is not enough,
A phrase as such surfaces continuously
As a conscious dream;
Of day, of night, of life;
An imagined moment,
Playing and replaying in the mind,
For hours, days, weeks…
Sometimes a single movement in a scene,
Others a complete performance,
Spanning seconds, spanning a lifetime,
Listening to the awkward silence,
Watching her actions…
And finding myself repeating my own,
I walk on…
You have traced the contours of the experience with accuracy, and artistic touch.