It passed
In an instant,
A moment
Lily-bright,
Paper-light,
Highwire-tight.
I missed
Its impetus,
A catalyst
Cigarette-hot,
Burning a spot,
Untying a knot.
I sensed
Its residue,
Forged memories
Edgy as knives,
Altering lives,
Quick to revive.
I realize
It hibernates
Yet stirs still,
Fearfully shy,
Kindling-dry,
Eager to fly.
