…punctured by a holiness that exists inside everything.
—Mark Nepo, from “Adrift”

Just now. That moment. The one where you
stepped away from the has to to give in

to the want to, when you got up from your
chair and went to the kitchen, and, instead

of refilling your cup, you put your hand
on the cool knob of the back door and turned.

Like Dorothy, you stepped into a technicolor
world, and that—that moment—was when

you were wholly whole. The moment now
when you’ve realized it—that’s holy.

Dear God, you think, let me hold onto that.
And you do, for an instant, before it—

like a hummingbird who has whirred
close to you, like every other holy moment—

that flits away
as it’s supposed to.