Suspension

Flecks of autumn gold come down on a slant,
the light catches them as they seem to pause,
turn and show a wider bit of themselves,
and then go on gliding to reach the ground

today is a trance, inexplicably
warm for this late in colored October,
it is full as if it were a droplet 
of time straining at its skin, not bursting

downy woodpecker, red spot on its head,
works its way up and down bare trunk of plum,
the tabby cat eats grass, not randomly,
selecting this blade of green over that

my own thoughts achieve a rare suspension
that holds me and the reach of all I see