It swells like a bubble blown by breathing time:
You are stroking the cat on your lap
and suddenly know that this is Love
and together you are in a boundless world
the confines of the clock had kept you from.
The cat gets up and stretches.
You eat your breakfast.
Or you are on your morning walk,
and Eddie’s dark face illuminates your route
with “good morning” from his wheelchair
where he sits cheering on the accelerating sun.
You say good morning back,
and check the heart rate on your watch.
Or you see the image of Our Lady on the wall,
standing on a crescent moon with stars
around her head. She becomes a doorway
that opens just a crack to flash the glint
of God. Then a draft of time slams it shut,
leaving longing to stand eloquent
as an angel with a flaming sword
barring the entrance to Eden.
The decision now is yours:
Believe each moment is a hiccup,
hallucination, or errant imagining that
has nothing to do with the redundant daily?
Or maybe it is the Life living in life:
an invitation to Truth
that you never but always knew.
Memorizing the Laws of Gravity 