Domino

It goes beyond masked maple scent,
auburn sun streaks and shadows.
Lifetimes before posed smiles, fabricated
bright eyes and painted presence.

It’s one heartbeat, one moment
in a timeline of natural motion. Locked
gears in time, without breath, without hope.
Sterile and lifeless.

As the snow freezes on tounges
in mid-air. Thick sweaters warming
bodies frozen in space, in time. Magic
finds breath in the margin, in the memory.

Faces buried in a single second, younger
then than now, older then than never.
It remains a single second in a lifetime
of moments never captured.

One solitary blink, where all others roam freely.