For a fleeting moment all is transparent.
The light is visible. The brilliance overcomes the child,
save for Moses, a reenactment of the famous burning bush.
In a miracle the eyes widen,
pupils dilate, envision some
greater heaven.
A power unknown to man.
The magnificent theophany.
Time does not freeze,
for the cigarette the mother lights
consumes the flame by which the child is
hypnotized.
Amuse yes, but the child tumbles into place, aloof
from the world reveling from his vision.
But only for a second was it a seeming reality.
Like a bird in flight, the image vanished as soon as it arrived.
What for? For nothing but a glimpse
of evanescent everlasting.
