The Corners

The things I have seen in the corners of my eyes. the peripheral pastor, the passing of minds…A slip, a fall, a twist of time. I saw some present or some future awe, side by side, or was it at all…Quickly glimpsed, quickly gone. Clipped and borrowed for a blink. I stop and wonder, and recede into questions, into me, it was not there, or so I think…