momentary

moments to move,
moments to melt.

some spots on the trail
would summon me onwards,
compel me forwards.
draw my eyes upwards,
or glue my gaze downwards.

some spots stop me in my tracks,
surrounded on all sides
by a beauty that could still,
weighty enough to consume,
under which i bow.

some spots swallowed me in a cloud,
present only to the dirt at my feet,
hand on pole, sweat on brow.
moments packed with impact,
all spots of now.

unique invitations of a moment,
welcomed potencies of a single place.
fully present to an emptying,
for ushering a type of filling,
to new width and breadth of space.
a single spot,
not to pass by.

exploring new heights,
via the route of new depths.
vistas to behold on the outside,
or landscapes carved on the inside.
a haven invited to be home,
simply, in the now.

always something to savor,
something new to be shown.
it seems somehow this scenario
always turns out better
than i’d ever known.
than i’d ever - oh to be - known.