What was that?

Not a thought

Not a feeling

Not silence

Between the breath and the breathing

Between the looking and the seen

Between the naming and the named

Something moved

Something stayed still

Something became both at once

A moment ago, I knew

Now, I know differently

Later, I will know otherwise

The certainty fractured

The fracture was perfect

The perfection was incomplete

This isn't what meant to write

This is what keeps writing itself

Are you reading it, or is it reading you?

Something changed without changing

Something stayed the same by changing

Both stories are true

Neither description captures

What can't be captured

Is already here