The meeting of the second hand
with the hour
It happened in spring
near a flower.

Your beats hum so much faster than mine
your reality rippling in high tension

Until for a moment your vibrations grow still
and my heart catches pace with your own.

You buzz through the fields of consciousness
Where I’m afraid I cannot catch up

You take flight
My eyes dance with your wings
as wonder lingers in a slower time
Reflecting on our brief moment to contemplate things