Becoming More Than The Sum Of Its Parts

Another image

becomes a question now,

to be summed up.

It drifts

in spite of itself –

the snail.

It moves with

a movement of

flaccid ambition.

There on the wall

it gathers in the

dwelling of self.

A single meditation point, poised without regard for time.

The moment, magical only

to the change it makes

to perception, as the eye

designs an emotion.

A single snail revering in solitude becomes another image

recalled in the external world of theatre.

Another image

of time's past.

Time passes…

becoming a question now

to be summed up.