I was in London when a gust of unexpected wind blew back the veil of a woman and by chance I saw her face.
Unexpected
The veil lifted
By God’s breath
A gasp of that unseen
Beauty glimpsed
Mystery revealed
Then lost again
To a fluttering caprice
Of fabric in breeze.
Was that a taste of truth
A brief scent of hope
There, then lost,
Some instant so real
To hold, to mold,
A shard of memory
Sharp in focus
But soon fading
In the vapors of time
And long-held belief.