Moment
Outside this house,
the leafy village echoes
with birdsong. There
are dogs
barking, and a lawnmower
in the distance.
Outside this day,
there is the push and pressure
of a thousand demands.
and a hundred “What if’s”
that clench and twist with
perverse possibilities.
Inside this moment
all is still.
I am a synapse within consciousness,
a flash of awareness, fleeting.
This whole idea is too big for me
and this life, too complicated,
but if I am still,
the synapse opens
and eternity courses.
Kerry Miller
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