Nano

~

in that brief second 

when a leaf flutters

from twig to soil,

or a coin is tossed and 

chance holds its breath,

when a mind is made up

and a new course set,

or an opinion shifts

from black to white,

a new-born cries out

with its first breath,

in that infinitesimal 

blink of one’s eye

time stands still and is

quintessentially perfect,

*

© Graham R Sherwood 01/24