the power of a minute
 

a minute passed.

i didn’t feel it

come

or go.

i went swimming inside it.

giving myself over

gratefully

to its sweet water caresses

sealed inside

the dew drop

of this one

unexpected minute,

with infinite room

to flow and move.

the walls of that minute

seemed eternally expansive,

until the second hand

pierced through

its protective skin;

the water broke

leaving me

wailing, flailing

in the sensory overload

of too much strangeness,

as i found myself

birthed

into the next minute

 

… two hours later.


Comments:
 
penname   penname wrote
on 10/8/2008 5:11:45 PM
love the ending. this poem was so fast moving, yet seemed timeless the minute...wonderfully written the moment, brilliant.

OneVoice   OneVoice wrote
on 10/8/2008 9:22:07 AM
...Beautifully stated - like time in a bottle. Each dew drop encapsulates its own eternity... 'til the second hand "pierce through its protective skin".

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