A chaotic statis,
In the tranquil mayhem.
A stronghold,
Ever so bound.
With breathless silence,
Still, we watch on –
The moment suspended and
Passing between the spaces
Between the million faces,
The wanderer remains
Still.
A wishful comfort,
With trepidation at large;
A lingering truce,
While the reverberations last.
Author’s Note: Time and time again, I am reminded that life is rather precarious. Everything can change within seconds, and so, every second is precious. How do you make a difference in your tiny corner? How do you make a difference within yourself? We may be, but a tiny speckle in the universe or in the grand scheme of things. But as my favorite fictional character said: there is no one in this world who isn’t important. So, how are you today?
