|The Perpetual Tea Break|
The chance to chase antiquity,
Its heroes, tests, and torments,
Or ponder synchronicity,
Of past and present moments.
To predict a possible future,
Or a multitude of those,
Independent yet interconnected,
Through which a common thread still flows.
To be conscious of a hiatus,
Between one instant and the next,
Somewhere between the blank page
And the ink-black mark of text.
To watch the shifting chevron
Of migrating birds in flight,
To know that they’re still flying
Even as they disappear from sight.
(photograph 2013, poem 2017)