The Moment

And not once,

but many times over,

again and again,

how we disappeared

into that deep well

of darkness, shuddering beneath that load of silence,

clinging to our narrow ledge.

Yet the darkness, sometimes,

unfolded as light.

Our atoms dissolved in it,

each separate molecule opening

into a radiant disk of feeling.

How still we became,

witness and thing seen,

spectacle and observer,

each point admitting an untrammeled flood.