so small are the lines and ripples in the current of time
that one must stretch the moments
to know the full measure of breathing ...
to feel the constancy and flow
of the tiny ridges of seconds
on the surface of the day as they go by,
the lines that are the shape of our moments
here ... and here ... and here ...
to hear the gentle lapping of our thoughts
coming and going and coming and going ...
it's a wonder how it all is,
and how we come to know it