Now and then, a pocket of time sits
within my grasp
offering this pure space. I look
through the glass, poking my finger into that malleable space,
take a breath and step
through.
Now and then, a pocket of time sits
within my grasp
offering this pure space. I look
through the glass, poking my finger into that malleable space,
take a breath and step
through.
Miriam E. Miles 