On My Way to Work One Morning

When the morning rays cut through the overgrowth

I stood,

slowly,

patiently,

quickly,

in the warmth of the fog,

leaves glistened with first-light magic,

drenched in the cool of last-evening dew,

layered thickly, salivating with the golden light,

the world was drawn into a moment of sublime—

I stood,

Wondering

in awe, in that rabbit hole of time—

it didn’t last long,

but for a brief moment I held in my heart

Something of inexplicable beauty.