I am sitting, hearing sunlight

-shafted sounds outside the window

& the low rumble of the city, a scream of chain-link and concrete

across the vast open world below

and I am seeing but not seeing

with one moment of clarity, one brittle euphoria,

like a message dropped from distant worlds

as a sky edged blameless blue

packed dense with voiceless clouds

drifts endless & restless across the face of the heavens

it is only in this moment, with eyes closed

that sight has any meaning;

it is only in the silence that anything is heard

and in that silence now, I hear

the echo of this instant;

falling through the space between moments,

blinded by beauty

and seeing it for the first time.