Now

There is a slow space
Between breath and life
It is filled with the sound of things
We dont do, dont say, dont feel.
The sunsets we see but dont watch
The petals we hold but dont touch.
The coffee we inhale but dont smell.

There is a small place of infinite grace
Buried deep in moments we miss

Stop. Breathe.
Notice grains of wood
How old is the table I sit at?
Watch determined snow
Does it know where it will land?
taste banana, chocolate, oats.
In this slow vast moment
What do you want to know?