the longest pause

the movement of light in air we celebrate
the flash we see out of the corner of the eye
the colours that flow quicker than any dye
the words we have to speak or iterate
nothing allows us in this place to calculate
the changing of the hues in the clear sky
birds that hop then changing minds that fly
symbols and messages these they articulate
envenomed or made sweeter in the light
the motions of the car or bike or train
moving with meanings that are not perverse
announcing here the swift coming of night
relieving all the pressures on the brain
connecting us all with the broad universe