Dot

Eyes could see infinite possibilities

in a small black circle on a white blank canvas.

But a tongue could only utter: “it’s a dot”

So then the eyes plead to the tongue:

“What if it’s the loved one seen from far away?

What if it’s a tiny bug?

What if it’s a microcosm of all we know of?

What if it’s an accidental smudge?“

Paralyzed in stupor, the tongue struggled in abeyance of doubts: “was it hatred or love I felt? Is this the truth or mere reverie?”

Time carried the body along an irreversible current towards a foreseeable fall. Determined in premeditated calmness, the heart arose.

“It’s the sun”, the heart said. “And I will believe in its warmth until proven otherwise. Let my fear of doubt wash past me, and let me carry its light.”

So the eyes lowered its gaze and the tongue spoke words of stone in low voice. The heart started to beat to its own warmth. It was as if the time had stalled.

2.26.2025