The Moment - Dorothy Walters

And not once,
but many times over,
again and again,
how we disappeared
into the deep well
of darkness,
shuddering beneath the load of silence,
clinging to our narrow ledge.

Yet the darkness, sometimes,
unfolded as light.
Our atoms dissolved in it,
each separate molecule opening
into a radiant disk of feeling.

How still we became,
witness and thing seen,
spectacle and observer,
each point admitting an untrammelled flood.