Some cyclist crosses the road, a motorist moves through but pauses a few seconds longer
A chubby squirrel perches on the fence, tiny paws breaking open a nut
The autumn leaves swirl, in circles of organized wakefulness before they fall
Of the two eggs in a pan, a yolk meanders through the folds of white, the flame flickers unresisting
She raises her hand to make a point in a winsome gesture, her companion is enthralled
That girl tugs at the swing rope, her mother smiling at the simplicity of her joy
A young man holds the door open and waits, an old woman crosses over the frontier with her walker
Trance like clouds hang in limbo, they choose to gather vital raindrops
Hesitantly a lily bursts into color, petals slowly curling as they dip into sunshine
Songs play loud into the street corners, pedestrian feet twirl to the rhythm
At the bus stop you astonish me with your smile, eloquent in it’s interludes
Vendors sell their Sunday wares, secrets are bought in bargaining moments
A bride beams incandescent behind her veil, the room gasps in unison
Letters await anxiously, fearful for the moment when they are opened
Popcorn is an ultimate conversationalist, forcing a tender reciprocity
Glassmaking is a process in flux, the product is a fruition of desire
At the core of understanding complications, are interludes
Kashiana 