I sat down writing one day, and soon the world filled with things
tasselled, tethered, twisting tendrils tying
my poor mind to something quite different from what I attempted.
Then like updrafts that cause wings to soar, there was pressure
beneath me, within me
and my feet never seemed to touch earth again,
aloft, aloof, almost allusionary, altering
the fabric of my understanding, leaving me restless
longing for quiet.
Behind the blink of a moment, life became an eyelash falling
a glimpse of a shadow of an image
out of focus, on the periphery,
and days stretched out into months without writing a word…
but instead living in the moment and living it
became three months ago and then some…
1:28 am
5 January 2012
