Impossible to capture
one sliver of this moment
just as it crystallizes,
becomes precious
a trembling courses through its fibers,
it shatters like a touched artifact.
Grasping at the layers
of the day as if
to hide ones nakedness,
still the day retreats
perhaps proving it knows better.
Wandering through our labyrinths
we cannot see beyond the walls
(let alone within)
to the treasure unspoken, unspeakable
but here; a map, a candle.
Especially “unspeakable.” Both the ancient Hebrews and the Oglala Sioux called it “unspeakable.” Good job.