August 17, 2011 § 1 Comment
This is an invisible beast, therefore impossible to describe, whose existence is evidenced by a sudden calm overtaking you. If you encounter a Caesura you will involuntarily pause and perhaps even breathe deeply and stare off into the distance for no apparent reason. Then the calm will pass and you will continue on your way hardly knowing what occurred. The only possible after effect of the encounter, is perhaps a brief awareness of a larger rhythm that measures and shapes the events of your days.
1. In modern prosody, a pause within a poetic line that breaks the regularity of the metrical pattern.