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.