Summer Shadow

Life is amazing. It is more elegant than any work of art, Because it is the infinite work of art.

Serendipity is the proof. Foreshadow is repetition of harmony, Melody’s self-harken echo In the overture of each day.

Clues abound — Winks, nods, Continuity of message, Expressed bolder through each transformation.

The name of a piano piece played during an afternoon lesson Becomes early dusk’s rare moment of your lover acknowledging her beauty.

Are these separate scenes? Or pieces of scenes acknowledging each other’s self-sameness? Or one long (eternal) scene, Acknowledging itself?

Washing up after dinner, Contemplating eternity’s lack of beginning or end, Smiling and looking in the mirror At the piece of the whole that is also the whole.

This is bliss. Feeling life’s dream, but with patience and understanding and a sense of well-being.

What a secret joy we all have together. Only achieved in slipstream. Interstitial Bliss. Summer Shadow.