It

It's the 'how long'  in between,
It's the silence
Of pregnant nothingness,
It's the ignored concern
That defines It...
Yet...
Oh! That was a whole life
In a moment's span...

Life, the spider's web
In pleasant sunshine...
The pray,
You and me
Or any among the multitudes...
Motionless!

A walk down the cobbled streets...
Where memory belongs to the present,
And the eternal presence of the present...
All that I want!