The moment before
Before a paper cut, a stubbed toe, a scalded tongue,
Life blurs.
Phones buzz.
People bump.
Dogs bark.
Horns beep.
then-OW!
Eyeing the crisp micro incision, red slowly forms.
Wincing, grimacing, mouth agape to ease oxygen straight down.
Covering mouth to shield it from more soup.
Life blurs.
Phones buzz.
People bump.
Dogs bark.
Horns beep.
then-OW!
Eyeing the crisp micro incision, red slowly forms.
Wincing, grimacing, mouth agape to ease oxygen straight down.
Covering mouth to shield it from more soup.
That moment suspends, bubbled above, below and around us,
Envelops us in pliable, rounded, muffled safety.
Between now and then, leaving,
That second, day, year, __,
We pause, Or don’t,
We connect, Or don’t,
We share, Or don’t,
We hear, Or don’t,
We embrace, Or don’t,
We love, Or don’t.
Let’s do
Before this moment passes
And the bubble bursts.