Then, a single moment stretched into sunset and sunrise
And shone through moonlit night
It hadn't yet slipped into the thimble of a snapshot
Like a mouse having survived the snap of a trap
Everything had some of the flavor of eternity
At least a hint of it
Some of its scent
Jasmine growing along fences
Despite all the rest
Cloud billows
Along granite paths
Grass and Clover
Snapdragons
Guarding caves
The binding of books
Their intricate, intimate smells and
Signatures
The rain fell
Long and slow
Everyone and everything
Drank
Mushrooms
Bloomed among snails and slugs
Moving
Slowly