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.