The air was heavy.
A vacant weight floating around me-
Pressing on my spirit
Yet not moving a thing in me.
I sat still wondering
which part of me would break out of the silence first.
The mind, the eye, the fingers.
All had stopped mid-motion.
All stood still.
Except for the pit of my stomach which dragged the heavy vacuum in and out.
Creating a rhythmic loop
- my only continuity with being.
It was all just a moment.
But I knew that it had constructed an emptiness
with a shelf life that would endure time.
