At That Point
Looking for something,
you could always come here
and stand on the edge.
You would be close enough then
to cast a thought or two
into that swirling mass
of movement which seems
to boil just below your feet.
Time will seem to be balanced
on some exquisite point,
heightened to where
the slightest movement
will cause all to spill, to face
the thought of either holding still
until everything subsides
and you withdraw back
into yourself, or move
and let love take you
to wherever it wants
you to go.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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