a moment's notice

A snap of your fingers equals sixty-five moments – Jiko Yaksutani (Zen nun)

as you click your way
through the moments in your day,
there is a robot on Mars
57.4 million miles away.
and the spinning whine of a washing machine,
white prayer flags
surrounded by green.

A gun is being fired;
a lover runs a tongue across a line of desire.
There is a killing,
a child being born,
a peaceful dying, a heart being torn.

And trees in a storm,
Molten rock without form;
hot equator rain that blubs,
New York City in hubbub.

this moment:
      A world awake, a world dreaming
       A world in stasis, a world scheming.

If you can tune in
you would see
the invisible chaos,
these signals surrounding you and me;
aeons old and fathomless deep,  
this fizz of now,
bubbling up from some breach.

                                         and you,
right here in my own mind’s eye
this moment is only for you and I.
Though you may be on Mars,
or across this city’s sirens,
                                               or on the next passing ship,
                                                                                                 or in the sodden Highlands.

But I can trick click you,
and spell you out right here.
These scribbles of the mind,
graphic and unclear,
and a moment is a moment is
a moment never lingers
so come deeper
sixty-five times at the click of my fingers.