Awe

In awe of the wave,

its crest seeping into the sky.

The arc of a shooting star,

a baseball flying high,

 a golf ball sailing, sailing, sailing.

These movements invite us to linger, 

if only for a few moments.

What if we could allow ourselves to pause   

maybe once, or twice, or even a few times a day?

What if we allowed ourselves to be mesmerized by 

 the branch in the wind,

a bird soaring by,

 the rhythm of the breath,

what would we find here,

in this seeming suspension of time?