"after that day, we become seekers."

the sun glints through the pines and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. 

after that day, we become seekers. 

// peter matthiessen // 

it amazes me how one moment 
in the depths of a month no one cared to take note of
could change the ellipse in which time previously treaded. 
it still amazes me how one little moment
conjured the power to set this little world on fire. 
from that point onward, we plotted a path of stars to pursue. 
someday, we won't simply be seekers, sifting for that one moment in this great wide somewhere. 
oh, no, darling, we'll be finders. 
xx