Switching days

A point, lesser than the smallest and larger than the largest, quiet and hushed.

While the mind touches it with eternity fingertip, timelessness smiling, spreading rings beyond the limits mind have given it.

The atom is split, and all sound- and time barriers overturning stone on stone.

Rose petals opens, filmed through days and displayed in seconds.

None, however, seem to notice it, but everyone’s heads turning at once in the same direction, like iron filings to a magnet.

Chandelier thousand diamonds are lighted, and there are no more invisible angles.

Smiles are distance free, while days lasts less than a second,
and hours lasts forever.

The lapwing lubricates her hoarse vocal cords for next spring song,
while she enjoys exotic snails and insects between palms and cypresses.