A Single Moment

His gentle hands land on my shoulders like doves,

I feel their warm weight seep down into my muscles,

imagined sky and soft grey feathers bring comfort.

My eyelids fall, slowly shutting out the untidy world.

The patterned crowds and tangled electric wires, gone.

High speeds trains departed, slamming doors erased.

Unblown dandelions awaiting the puff of my cheeks,

sky whirled and ready, floating aloft as my thoughts

tumble and roll, down the steep daisy flecked bank,

splashing and sinking into the wet giggling brook below.

A single moment explodes into tangents, fracturing light,

the kaleidoscope turns, one eye closed, another scene

Illuminates, inspires, exists for one precious instant.

The doves take flight, I am left, calm, unassuming, yet

stained and imbued with a strange and ferocious beauty.


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