The Stairs...

Climbing, reaching, up, up -
And then, the rail is real.
I pause and feel its pulse.
Time slows and the moments
Lived between the seconds
Show me more than Hours.

It's one of those days
When all the days are
Reckoned in a glimpse -
A touch begs for embrace,
And I must linger here...

The point and place where
Past and Future strike a Peace,
And all things stay for me -
Delighting in the luminating Present.