Posted in Deep, Poem, Stories, Writing 101

One Small Moment in Time


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~N.A.Martin

Oh no, it’s one o’clock
I even penciled in the time-in my head
I’m sure minutes disappear without asking me

I’m here now.
Officially, it’s 1:04
My heart is trampolining into my chest wall, sassing me for tardiness

“My sincere apologies”

She gazed at me warmly, unfussed

“Take a seat”

The black leather yielded under my weight
Ahhh, a new space, finally
The familiar scent of everyday, was gone-for now


Deep breath
A slight adjustment, and I slipped forward into the leather
The nape of my neck, cradled comfortably by its head rest

Omnipresent bottles, blue, white, yellow, silver, sat staring at me from a higher place, in relaxed silence.
Their inscription?

-Relax, it is what it is

“Hello”

She was here
It was my turn now
Eagerly I entered her room

Keys, wallet, phone, goodbye-you have no place in here
Strappy shoes fell loosely to the floor
Thump-did you hear that?-wooden floor boards barked their presence

Tip toes toward her, ohhh it’s cool underneath
My breath was a megaphone, my mind a glass ocean with infinite horizons
This moment, was my moment-please stay for a while

Warmth, tranquility, peace, gratitude, welcomed me to the table
My gaze, originally upward was soon diverted inward, I have no memory of the ceiling
Could I hear music? La di da? Or a breezy tune?
The oblivion that was, quickly dissipated, as my senses were resuscitated.

Hello spine, I forgot you were there
It fell to the underneath side of me, as my muscles let go of yesterday

Her deft fingers defined her; she was my liberator, my Zen, my warrior
Her tactility inspired deeper breath, saggier bones, and heavier eyelids

The stillness in me grew

-and then it happened.

“wham”

She pulled off the first strip

“Wham”

And again with the second.

Then warmth and relief.

It was one thirty already
What?
But I’m still inside myself;
I am still window shopping inside the soft tunes, and the warm towel, and the soft bed
I’m not ready;
I’m not ready to re-acquaint with the keys and the wallet and the phone;
They belong to ‘everyday’;
-and I am still floating on my glassy ocean with infinite horizons

Gone was the moment-already archived in my library categorised as ‘past’

Oh look! ‘Everyday’ is smiling at me again,

Inspired by Kelly-Thank you

Author:

"I have been writing and creating images all my life-though it's only now, that I have finally let in the light" ~N.Martin

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