any given moment

at a certain time in the calendar
at 55.8707°N 4.3194°W
one floor off the street
through a south facing window
the low sun shining clear

onto my living room wall
reflecting off a picture frame

this spectre from the deep appears
then, and only then, will this ghost from the profound ocean of the year
show itself
briefly
for two minutes,
it will haunt my living room
then leave

but will
forever be there
waiting its turn
to shine once more

these possibilities are infinite
in an endless set of conditions
waiting their turn
to come together
to shine
a life