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.