A breach
Subtle as a breath
Whisks a fraction of time
Away from its stream
Leaving behind a silent frame
In the wake of its run.
Surrounding the stillness
With a wisp from memory
Lies this magnificent trick
From the present
To graze the past
And smile the light of day
In futures to come.
This pause
Symbolic
And deliberate
Endures
Living through each moment
Deepening its well
Of character and life
Of mystery and wonder
And displaying that catch of a second
Cupped in the hands of Time.
That snapshot
Weathered and rusted
Clutches that sacred fragment
Of the occasion
Designed by the moment
To outlive its existence
And to persist the breadth of each new day
Sharpening its splendor
And washing all those
Gazing mutedly within it
With delicate ecstasy
Diffused by the unmalleable reality
Of a Present, from the Past
Playing like a projection
And perceiving the miracle
That Change,
Time's old mate
Devises.
Each particle
Solidifies in the mind
To create its brilliant station
As a recollection
Sanctified
And accomplishes its absolute
In function
Intention
And purpose.
This animate spot
Spills into a tranquil halt
To be perpetually frozen
In its truth
And simplicity
Contained within
And experienced
Witnessed
As an incredulous marvel
Through its image.
