It Passes

 Rushes like a stream of cool, fluidic water

Condensation through the glass fogs the sight

Shot out like a panic, straight to the lungs

Snatch a breath too late; it’s floating; gone

Rising toward the sun, forgotten in the waves

The dread settles over the gray creation

Established in its solid persistence

Stiff-necked obstacle never changing

While systems trudge through the ooze

Accumulating under creature comforts

Slicing pulp and printed digits

Changing hand over hand

Blinding; holding tongues; fueling lives

Makes excuses; alibis; assurances

Light it up; spray it down, the ink spreads on

Wander through the vacancy; pushing swings

Back and forth, get lost in reminiscence

Check the creeping hands, steady rising

Catch a breath before it leaves

Smoke lifts the sea; salt stings the slash

Time wounds all Heals.

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

it took a minute for that brilliant last line to settle in and then miraculously it all made sense to my season-addled brain

thanks so much for the request . . . this is something to come back to . . . a variation on a theme I've been fighting :)