There are times when I am so close, inside-out and knowing
A net afield in the wind I capture a glimpse now and then
It takes a while to comprehend that the hum I hear is not
A machine but me moving in and out of step with the come and go
Of what had been in anticipation of what could still be
For fate fortunately finds fragile cracks that we slip through
Guided by unknown wisdoms I encounter a fount in the rain
Singular drops of water assemble to elevate the collective pool
Two by two and one by one they fall as we fall lulled by rhythms
Only earth thus far as far as I know can make any claim
Of descending dew we are birthed slick in the canal we slide
Headfirst and sometimes breech into the actual, outside-in and knowing

Chagall 2017