“I have finally concluded, maybe that’s what life is about: there’s a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It’s as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that’s it, an always within never.” ― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

How so we seize what flees?
Beyond an awareness
of time passing by
ritual captures
something
of each day.

To do the same few things
offers an impression
on our dizzying days.
To manage
something,
as each flies.

No, these days are not ours,
only each ritual—
odd moments of beauty.
We seize
something,
always within never.