Standing in attitude mode
on the head of a pin,
time speeds up as it stills,
seconds pass like decades,
handshakes become relationships,
a blade of grass, a lawn,
the lawn framing the reflecting pool
at the Taj Mahal.
Balanced between breaths,
a wink is antiquity revealed,
a taste, its history, its future,
oysters sliding down the tongue,
sex at the beach,
kissing salt clavicles after a swim.
Pirouettes twirl lifetimes –
tears, storms of warmth and grace.
Flexed and grand-pliéd,
grounded to center,
to now, the present, the instant,
the arrow that splits the arrow,
the moment of epiphany,
at Cana in public
water not turned to wine,
the water was the wine.