It is in the sounds
the leaves make when the breeze blows,
or in the solo song
of the catbird, after the wind dies.

There is a beginning, middle, and end-

to declare origin,
divine their pivot-

The end is always the absolute.

Recalling what came before-

She takes photographs-
framed with a delicate touch between
her thumb and forefinger
to record a point.

a reference to the during

where her moment breathes.