“Glimpses of Beauty” by Evan Carr

Time suspends in surprise, we catch
In our senses, a fleeting glimpse
Into the carpet-cloud-realm, where lives all known beauty.
We find ourselves in a pungent, yet flashing
Touch of incandescent freedom that rushes the body:
Heart skips- (like rocks

     skimming a tranquil pond’s open
     surface) -its rate palpitates
     as the wings of a hummingbird.
     breath quickens,
     caught willingly-trapped
     in the chest.

Beauty blows through
The lifted system before the psychic
Has time to fully cogitate or capture the entire aesthetic of
What happened. how unlikely that beauty
Could be recognized by the senses, rather
Seized and captivated in the heart's locket-