The moment this happens… The moment
Something you’ve never seen emerges
Something new, different in every way,
Something a little threatening,
Something that wasn’t there a second ago.
Something that doesn’t fit.
Something that might make you change.
Something that might eat you!
Something more terrifying than you can know.
Something unknown that pulls on you.
A divine spark of …otherness…now here,
Something that cannot be, was not, but is.
We look around and say
“Hey, something amazing just happened. Did you see that?
But others often shrug and hurry past, irritated,
Or change the subject,
Afraid that we’re going to ask them for money,
Or tell a boring story about some problem of ours,
Anything that’s not about them?
“Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Busy people, busy, busy, busy.
Tuned to the wrong frequency, maybe.
The one with a lot of static.
But there it is, hanging shyly in the air, brand new,
As though a puff of divine breath on a closed fist
Pushed invisible fingers apart to release