holding on to time

entranced the moment seems to last a while
no flash of light no avian passing by
can interrupt it give its truth the lie
this is a matter of more than merely style
the cars that pass by here in single file
are all dressed up to deceive the glancing eye
darkness broods here yet the city lights the sky
against this fact all normal minds resile
yet here we are in the encircling dark
not given much to know nor yet to see
a sign of passage would be welcome now
yet everything seems simplified and stark
as if not certain it was meant to be
and waiting for some divine being's vow