The wind holds its breath
And a mysterious stillness descends
On the earth.
Birds pause mid song
Listening.
Mosquitoes test their wings
Sniffing the air for a heartbeat.
All pay homage to the sun
Sitting on its bright throne
While the world turns.

I am bound by this mystery,
Locked in my prison
Of the known and unknown,
A mouthpiece which
Doesn't understand the script.
Words fail and decay like matter.
Ideas hover with a temporary transparency.
Stars explode and come and go
And we, the spectators watch in awe.

Certainty?
Only in the wind and the stillness
Of the leaves
Waiting for movement.