...stillness. duration.
a slender white egret -
immovable, mirrorred -
contemplating
its own reflection in the pond: blink, blink.
it's only when it lifts off with imponderable grace,
expanding, shedding itself -
all spirit, all force -
its transient image left behind to dissolve
like an abandoned shroud
like a skin that's no longer needed
like an old coat of feathers one can discard
that you know time has passed.
Writer Between Worlds 