in memory, finding again
those images, that open
the heart, and holding
these close, embraced
in watch fullness.

Standing clear, in
sighting those threadings
that suture our seeing,
again and again:
miracles alight.

For those, focused --
in attention
and atunement,
doves murmur, in
B cadence with the sea...

that moment, in
memory, held fast
just now, just gone,
like all things,
crickets cry:

the same old
song -- please:
don't worry,
we all go --
that way.

-- Tim Girvin
(Originally sent: May 28, 2005)