PausePossessing a gift for pause —
In the great gallumping reel of it all,
She sits like the silent eye
In the midst of merry mirth.
And they wonder where she wanders —
There, or if at all.
Balanced with eyes open above the depths,
She hears the sky begin to fall
And the call of the concluding remark.
Sleep, the gentle sleeping of dreams,
The adventures advance to her advantage
And pass on by.
Her statue unaffected
Sees the colors swirling, blending,
Feels the turn of events entwine
In a loose-fitting ball around her head.
Heart smiles to itself, as
Her hands reach for him across the distance —
To go together.
She can take him there
To that place of
Pause.
And apart he is just near enough
To not attain it,
And just awake enough to know.