It is an impressive feat
That a small and insignificant instant
A muddied, rusty, moment
Can somehow stretch across the sky
Can somehow poison a well
And mar a mood in total.
As when a drop of dark paint
Darkens a whole glass of water
Or a paper cut on a cuticle
Distracts from an otherwise functioning body
How marvelous the mind
And its strength to hold onto thumbtacks
When there are peaches present.