5 mins.

Skin

feels too tight,

need to get out.

 

Ground

feels too soft,

need mountain rock.

 

Air

feels too heavy,

need the stratosphere.

 

Life

feels too big,

need to think small.

 

a stillness

a moment of great incomprehension

a speck of dust

a blip in time

a universal awareness of mortality

 

Heart

beats too fast,

need less adrenaline.

 

Hand

shakes in spasms,

perhaps need some therapy.

 

Eyes

water in torrents,

need to stop weeping.

 

Throat

choking me,

need to count …

one

two

three.

 

Keep it in.

Contain it.

Stop being so melodramatic.

 

Its just life,

seven billion and counting.

Its just synapses,

one hundred trillion of them.

Its just hormones

and the mystery of earth.

 

a prayer

a wish

a sigh

a sign…

a life

a moment

a breadth.

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