Revelin’ In’t

How easily time slows down
when you’re having fun.

It’s not like they said at all.

I can see the skylights bend and shape
willowy;
they slam in slow forward motion
as if I’m on drugs again

But I’m not.

I’d just willed it, by surrendering
my limbs, my ego my stride
all in- eyes look straight on.

Do their damnedest not to grin, or capitulate
or think – or make;
the colours brighter, even the whites
in the flower petals rise
seduce me in their street lights
bring on another accident, spark a fight.

Everything at once can be serene
in reams of storied paper
cutting across galaxies,
and then the moment breaks its tune-
you are back to this, and that
and the others, dead eyed brims
befitting the very same trees
-that just a hair of a century’s breath
previously
shouted the praises of the atoms
that held their skies to themselves.

M. Lucia