If the twitch of a whisker
isn’t enough,
Or the leaping leg from one puddle
to another,
Or a droplet sliding down glass,
An exhale overheard from the next room,
A patch of sun on tile,
Late afternoon scent of wooden house,
Chocolate perfume from a closed package,
First toe breaking hot bathwater,
Or fog rising, within grab, up the ravine,
Then what is?
Why the hesitation?
All lays before you
in the sublime light, and
quiet dark,
where even moon looks after you
while exploring the Unseen.

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