at the cinched severe
center of the hourglass—
where nothing
is pent-up
but all is interposed;
after thought goes
but before feeling
has arrived;
where one
might well find,
(if one were so inclined)
just one grain of time
which is neither cached
nor spent—
there is the best
speck of proof
you will find—
compellingly weightless,
exquisitely benign—
of the sustenance
many call intelligent
design.
