Brief In Their Appearance

a last step, no more runner, and yet the

clear note of motion brushed

against presence

lingers

~

Some things are brief in their appearance. But the presence that held the passing moment of such expressions remains. We are the eternal backdrop. A silent witness in our own participation as life. A runner is no more real than step taken and then left passed. Gone by the moment. Yet something is real. If not steps, if not runner than perhaps the unending distance that held each briefly and cherished the moment of their touch. Perhaps too - this is who we are.