Intent on finding her spiritual self
the poet presses the pause button,
a dazzling and dreamlike moment.
Hung upside down from one foot,
her standing in the world changes.
Suspended, she pauses till rebirth,
shadowing the pregnant darkness,
knowing she must die unto herself.
Many a saint and sinner will hang
until wakefulness arrests the heart.
In tension there is always paradox,
truth often hidden in the opposite.
Hold tight, we lose, let go, we win,
then oftentimes the reverse is true.
He who elects not to wear a watch.
He who knows time does not exist.
