The glance of the timeless upset with its stasis
Discovers uncertainties inherent within,
An unrelenting math,
An engine of the vast chaos
And her most minute reflections.

Water drops are one thing but
The mind and her shadow senses,
The smells, the vision,
The history of everyone else urged and purged
And recomplicated by striving,
Undone by the rest phase,
Born as morning and now
On a leaf of the tree
Comes our moment.

By Rolf Stavig
8-12-2023