Entering

When time slows

and minutes creep

the ticking lags

and seconds jag

I see the hovering

pieces, floating 

settling, looming

My breath

catches silently

heaviness descends

a shimmering sheet

of light

shutting out

the lists, the beeping

urgency

I stare 

at worn hands

each crinkle tells

tales, the unseen

moments that lie 

underneath the

lavishly set table

the smoothly ruffled 

gown

In this moment

I exist

I partake

drawing in the life

of generations

with each

ragged 

grateful

sigh.

This post is inspired by the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each week I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘silence’. 

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4 comments

  1. Sighing with you friend. There is something about holding one’s breath and waiting to see what will happen. Reminds me of the holy breath of God.

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