Pause between Clock Ticks

Like a caught breath
the pendulum stays,
a dewdrop hinges
to a leaf’s edge,
an ant spies a crumb,
a ray of sun meets
its reflection, a bird’s
wing arches to beat
a glance begun, pulse
on tiptoe, a wave crest
hovers, a sigh breaks,
all held at zero motion
while ‘‘yes’’ trembles on lips,
‘‘no’’ waits to be said.

    Original Citation
    Yankee Magazine (Nov. 1979) 297.
    Word Count
    61
    Original Publication
    Date Published
    1979
    Complete Poems
    384
    Theme(s)
    First Line
    Like a caught breath
    Poetic Form
    open
    Twitter Quote
    a bird’s / wing arches to beat / a glance begun