into the familiar flow of an ordinary day
there breaks a brief instant
of exquisite longing

not for another world, but for this world
for what it could be, what it should be
what it can be

longing for synchronicity
for synchronous affinity, for multilateral humility
for unrelenting comity

for eyes attentive
to subtle tonalities of stone and leaf
and human skin

for ears attuned
to the glorious cacophonies of wind and wave, of bird song
and human speech

for hands offered
palms open, not fists closed, intimating the offer too
of a human heart

for mouths enouncing words
not to cajole or outdo or intimidate, not to revile or ridicule or fulminate
but to reveal, disclose, elucidate, to heal, delight, appreciate

longing for an unquenchable thirst for life itself
and for the glory of sharing it, one with an other
one with every other

into the familiar flow of an ordinary day
there breaks the breathtaking luminescence
of an exquisite longing