Is

the moment was tepid

rain descending in a mist

trees stark against the ashen sky

a fleeting junction in which to exist

seen in numeral ways

never noticed through eyes as old as IS

a frozen moment of the universe expanding

in the microcosm that is...... this

dwelling within the corporal environ

peering outward toward the time

pondering the echoes of that before me

will the wind carry echoes of mine?

the sound of a step proof that I am real?

or an illusion to disappear

a momentary ponder of the question

whose answer every man... fears