An Apparition (Without Event)

An apparition
An alignment of the mind
In a conflation of two places at a time
Wherein lies a confluence of sound and temperature
A sense and scent that pulls you back to where
The world creaked by without event

And where what fell into the window of your view
However brief, was all that was happening to you
No other truth

Soap operas on high road theatres
The dance of seasons as they alter
A tumble dryer rumbling

And thеn that moment passed, as a moment’s won't to do
But by that logic, thеre will be another soon

Wherein blooms
A different set of circumstances
New seasons in different dances
An apparition once again