Have you ever stepped
Over a moment, through a footprint
In and out of thought
Imagining a lens shuttering
The feeling frozen in the skin of
Your foot pads, locked in shale or
Sand, sea or sidewalk?
Touching time with your toes
Knees flexing into memory
Bouncing onward in fluid stop-time?
I wink at this sensation
Capturing it as a bookmark in a novel
A screen shot in the hologram of life
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My poetry and the novel, "3 Through History"
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