For Palm Sunday

Sacred Time

Not time at all, really, but space
like you don’t know, and knowledge there,
in general, finally admits

how meager a consolation
it has been all along. Once
you grow accustomed to the sprawl

and velocity your own mind
articulates (and that queasy
rocking tapers to a hum) you might

have pause to entertain a sense
of presence reaching suddenly,
and now, and deeply, ever so.

Scott Cairns

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