An Apparition (without Event)

An apparition

An alignment of the mind

In a conflation of two places at a time

Wherein lies a confluence of sound and temperature

A sense and scent that pulls you back to where

The world creaked by without event

And where what fell into the window of your view

However brief, was all that was happening to you

No other truth

Soap operas on high road theatres

The dance of seasons as they alter

A tumble dryer rumbling

And thеn that moment passed, as a moment’s won't to do

But by that logic, thеre will be another soon

Wherein blooms

A different set of circumstances

New seasons in different dances

An apparition once again