Suspended in time they lie
Beholden to memory
Stealing moments from the present
These little points in the minds eye
Of pasts and futures not
Like painting a picture of the girl of your dreams
Only to realise you've met her before
And it wasn't to be
These little shifts in the make up of the cosmos
Echoes of the butterfly effect
Many poets who have come before I
Have spoken of the road less travelled by
That very essence of a point
Where everything changes
Almost imperceptibly
Until looking back you see the hurricane