Under This Cold Gaze

The connections are tenuous, even the important ones. The fragility mostly goes unnoticed until something breaks. Structures though give a sense of permanence and become beacons that promise safe passage. But this is a facade, a brief lull in the chaos that measures out a life and then, beyond, the numbing timescale driving everything further and further apart. And yet, even under this cold gaze, there are moments that seem to come from elsewhere, something reaching through to ignite the ordinary, as when, today at dawn, a tree released its treasure of noisy birds and a lovely face carried the grace of first light into the still morning.