The Smallest Moment Can Be a Crisis

The smallest moment can be a crisis.
Isn't that what great art captures?
That moment of crisis, that singular moment that
turns everything on end, that decision, that direction,
that darkness in the eye, that dream that is still dissolving
from your memory, that memory that chases your heels
your entire life. The smallest moment can be a crisis.
You pass someone on the street, and inside they're exploding.
Everyone is an deaf explosion. We're all exploding.
People only find the pieces of scrapnel in your wake.