Many of the most wonderful moments
the extra cream on the éclair, that escaped
the sinister seasons of slavery, exigencies
of money and mindless men, to be luminous
night, bright instant of life, memorable
passage within excited states, evening
to morning, setting to rising, saintly pilgrimage
through the chambers of the soul, brief spaces
scarce as the slithering snake that evades
the agony of talons that pierce and carry off
to death, an hallowed opening in time, alcove
of remembrance preserved, interval that becomes
timeless, short occasions of fine circumstance
now implanted comfortably, in the mind.
Jan G. Otterstrom F. 12/22/2012
Somewhere over the Atlantic.