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The moments that pass

September 30, 2013

I take a moment I never expected to have.
The rain and the wind conspire to keep me here, in the quiet
Except for the sound of the water coming in.
A constant low hum of concern and worry for the fortitude of structure.
But my mind settles quickly into stasis,
It wonders what will come next.
Because something will.
For now,
The plan of constant movement cast aside
for this moment
This moment I wasn’t expecting
Wasn’t prepared for.
Just like I wasn’t prepared for you
Showing up like you did
A softness to you that a rain battered city couldn’t shift.
Something gentle waiting in the wings
If only the curtains would close for a moment
So we could have one.

We move through life
We create and are swept away by the show
Moments echo and we recognize that they have happened
Seemingly unaffected by the instance
Until later, upon reflection, at leisure
We have the time to wonder what could have happened
If we had taken the time.
Opened the window wide and allowed some light to pour in.

I spend so much time in transit
From here to there and back again
I am so tired
Of living in moments that pass
but find myself unable to stop. Yet.
An existence in increments
2 weeks, a summer, 3 months, 2 years.
Where do I see myself in 5 years?

I don’t know.
But the novelty is wearing off.

 

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