You toss a pebble: air unfurls
then a raw satin ripple
spreads across the shaded pond,
gyred in this circular calm.
We die a beauty-death.
Pierced by a heaven far-removed
that baffles & dazes.
We are but a jot of being
bathing in that radiant pleasure.
Too soon we return to our regulated lives
& realize we’ve forgotten
an easy map to paradise.