This moment is all the moments before now and all that are after now.
I am a cartwheel's that speck which always touches the earth
or always that grain of soil which touches the cart.
I am this now which is the time of my grandfather
watching my father bathe in the pond of eternal youth
which is also the time of my grandson watching his
grandson bathe in the same golden pond.
I am an enormous wave that rise and fall - unseen and unheard -
in near total solitude, somewhere far south in the Indian Ocean.
In the gasping expanse of that ocean I happen only once
and beneath me I hold its waters together forever.
Towards my left or right I do not see anything
because I am that jewel to which the ring converges
and for the sake of which all that metal is cast.
