If you could hold it in your hand
Like dust tied down in space
And time, paused for the occasion
The heart of your whole life,
The culmination of what truly mattered in the end
In the right now
If you could, would you?
Stop striving, leaning into the noise, pressing into the rush in that non-thinking way
And hold dearly whatever it is you hold dear?
Can you pinpoint it if you try?
And in the finding, could you revel in it deeply enough to feel alive?
We don’t, that’s my conclusion
Open-ended yet certain
I see a consortium of forests
With no trees
A pavilion of hearts
With no beat
An ocean of eyes
That can’t see
And nobody anywhere is dancing
I want to hold you in my hand