Lightspeed

Doesn’t it feel like stillness? Lack of motion?

Everything and everyone around us moving,

doing, completing and expressing it all.

Here we sit, at ours desks, on our stools,

and in a moment stillness engulfs.

Immerse in it and the longer you think

the larger the hole grows. There is a cavity.

The movement bores down.

Whirls and spirals and drills

if you don’t join the flow.

There can be no consideration,

no compliments that are not just hidden knives,

and no concerns but of our own.

You can look outside the window and framed

all you can see are other towers

staring back. Concrete toothpicks

jabbed into the skin of the world

and you feel as dead as them.

Suddenly across the pane

dash dragonflies, dozens of them,

faster than you will ever be.

Not even seeing you for their motion.

Constant motion. You take a breath

just to see if you can still breathe.

It feels like eternity between heartbeats

so gentle they barely stroke the skin

and you feel amazed because gentleness

does not come easy

at light speed.

 

AJG