The Weave of the Sneeze

The sudden explosion, a breath of rupture,
that tears the instant, an invisible weave announces itself.
An unobserved gesture, pure architecture
of dancing molecules, no eye can seize them.

Aerial shapes come to life, subtle vortices,
geometries of a breath, a sketch of passing air.
Cobwebs of vapor, fragile and labile arches,
weaving the silence, a fleeting wonder.

Then the ephemeral vanishes, without leaving memory,
an ethereal embroidery dissolved in light air.
No witness has caught that secret accord,
its perfect weave, transient and passing.