Moment Lab

All these words come toward me through clasped hands and eager eyes tightly shut.
I am water, a river, flowing fast, steady, confident,
light, heavy
forward and large,
blue
a field
sun
but without that sunset sunlight.
Hands touch
softly
I’m arrested
pinned and see-through
hesitant
now open,
an energy,
a furrowed brow
a cautious smile
they lean to me, seeing,
both of us searching for words
in a darkened room.

©philosophlk

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