each heavy-
with-holy water droplet
hits
and resounds
upon the surface of a pond
like the infinite,
transient
drone of a gong—as if,
for always
and ever, it was
the only one—
honest-to-god momentum
looks a lot
like its opposite.
But curious
enough, we only know
what's honest
by the way it leaves us
hanging on
for so long
after it's
already gone.
