Somewhere on the borderland of
mundane and the realm of yonder,
Perched a flicker of time on wings
still of motion, but restless in ponder.
The door doesn't stay open forever
It is bound to no rule or pretext,
Here in the moment now present
but none knows whither in the next.
So while it fleetingly lingered there
a glimpse of an enthralling gateway,
I caught me an eyeful of its glimmer
Before it took wing and got away.
