It’s frozen time, heavy weighted silence
Cold,like creeping ice on the shores
The moment glass is cherry color molten liquid
Swirled in a tight sphere
Bursting and rounding outwards with every
Breath
And everything is still, focused, isolated
Rushing dizzying lightness
The heavy sinking stone in the
pit of ones stomach
A swallowed hastily held breath or word
It’s choking back laugher at a funeral
It the feel of falling backwards
Before you greet the waters.
Its flying and the between
'Rish
