Time is kind of frozen
when I take a deep breath,
a kind of pause, a kind
of time out, a kind of spell,
a hawk swooping between trees
suspended in the sky,
a wave in a river hanging over itself
softly dribbling water drops
back into the current,
the wind sucking on my neck
until a hickey grows, a heron’s legs
outstretched across the sun
behind its curved neck,
the music of life blending
into a mantric hum,
and you want to ask about magic baby,
you want to see beyond the veil?