for even the gulls might acknowledge
somewhere inside their glide
across this –
a setting sun.
constant sea
of tides riding along this beach
a singular moment in time
so warm, so close, to what might be perfection-
as assembled ingredients can come
sprinkled in like fairy dust
magical?
if there is such a thing,
than so is this cauldron
the cataclysm of all time collides
right now does-
with such soft embrace
to grace my mind
and still my heart-
for this-
a postcard in motion
a photo that can not be stopped
all in sight, for those who wish to see
as I sit, the universe has written this
for me, to witness.

to be the first
or to be the last
alas,
would I know the past
or the future
to start- or end
this path.

this is where I was when I wrote this… chapter and verse… well, all verse…