How fleeting a moment is.
From smiling sun where clouds once concealed,
It’s golden rays lifting mouth’s corners,
To heavy legs,
Like every ounce of fluid is drained through aching toes.
Microbes that dance, invisible, wherever
Air directs their ballet,
Collect until boulders fit for burial chambers
Loom above the heavy mind,
When slowly they press on fragile crowns,
Bending knees and rounding shoulders.
Bubbling intestines, delicate to anxious feelings,
Twist and coil in fiery groans,
As if a giant’s spaghetti fork as been
Inserted through the navel;
It’s vile intent to slowly torment.
The throat replies to the cruel pull by closing,
Capping breathing; instilling fear.
Relax the monkey mind,
Look between the shadows on the wall
To the rectangles the evening calm projects,
Allow your speeding thoughts to slow,
Along with heavy breath and
Realise that it, like darker days, are
Merely moments in a bigger movie.
Like searing pain of a stubbed toe,
Or a dicky tum,
The sensation will pass,
Leaving giggles and a lighter frame to
Walk where zombie Johnson once trailed his feet.
The next moment may just be a bright new sun,
If you calmly wait for the dark clouds to pass.