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?