Pressing pause, perhaps mid-dogma, stopping the clock from moving forward while you’re readying to commit, allowing your listening to catch up with your hearing, giving a moment’s pause, allowing a deeper breath ahead of taking the next step, perhaps contemplating where to place your foot - changing your long held direction, gauging the sudden breeze, stepping back or testing the next step of faith
- all this is possible in this pause called poetry.
surprised by that first line - which came at the end.