the hidden doorway

 

There is a fracture, splinter-thin, a crack,
which lies between desiring, and the act.
And eyeblink, lit with spilling brilliancy,
a universe of possibility.

How quickly, as we grasp to seize our dream,
eternity gets crushed to dust between.
And we are left astonished, as the sands
slip trickling from our slowly-opening hands.

 

(© 1996-2008 Maria L. Grist)

 

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