How little we understand.
How small is this time
yet how infinite
are the finite moments in which we exist.
There are reasons of course
why we are so slow
as there there are reasons
why the things around us, dance with fury.
How little we sense.
This place, this unstopable storm
this attitude of life
exists in each raindrop –
that safe place from the vulnerable silences
… how little we embrace
the sanctuary of self.
A Gap In The Clouds 