Moments of Eternity
The rubber band of moments, and by moment only,
Is stretched and tensed, translucently
Superimposing itself over time,
While space is tightened and thickened.
On the stretches of the sand that girdle the South Pacific islands,
Small flowers of pale orange
Are washed away and float back
To preserve the existential equilibrium between claw-prints and wave-teeth.
Yes, birds from Siberia
Come and go, fluttering the same pairs of wings.
Who would be so bored as to trace
Their color difference between the tail-wind and head-wind flight?
Only we hope to set our bare feet on every moment
To pedal the vibrating chest of the ocean.
Feb. 28, 2010