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