Sometimes

Sometimes Edwards’ Hand
that holds all in its palm,
pulls aside the curtain of time
and invites us into infinity
 
with just a phrase someone says
that, like some hypnotic cue,
causes us to pause, remember,
then step across the threshold
 
of time where we begin anew.
Maybe it’s a song or gaze
that opens that door,
or a touch or kiss . . . 
 
whatever. Through it
we see into eternity now
beckoning through shimmering
of matter and spirit
 
as leaves of trees
turn their faces  up 
to greet the wind 
and dance.
                   © October 2017, Tess Lockhart.  All rights reserved.