If you slow your steps,
you can hear the wind
that deals the cards,
with more clarity.
You turn now, empty,
and listen to that
which moves around us
in every moment.
Time and Death
are both there
utterly unaware that we
are caught in their nets.
We move, engaged,
to escape the silences,
while they whisper,
just behind our evasions.
But, in that silence
lies our dance with fate;
its knife-edge of revelation
inescapable and relentless.
Gallagher
22Sep24
Christchurch