At the Center

Wenzel Hablik, Where to— Where From?

At the Center

It is heard

in the silences

and spaces between

two worlds set apart—

a bridge,

gratefully a part—

and felt

in the palm of a hand

that bends in service

of a time

forever on the heart's horizon,

never arriving

but always approaching,

always falling away,

a continual adjournment.

It is unbounded

as any Titan is bound.

Tomorrow's abandonment

nothing but today's restraint

in disguise; every yes

a future no, every shift away

a return to that silent

music, whose refrain

is never taken,

but given—to those

who receive

that giving is its essence.

Note on the poem. I wanted to write about "love", and "art".