stop

just stop.
but don’t
a sharp intake of breath, like a whisper
or the hint of a sneeze on the horizon
wondering.

Maybe when I’ll look at this time it will seem like
a vivid daydream
lucid. Promising.

And she smiles with the lift of the waves,
sea-green and tangible, knowing.

I feel like this moment is lingering for
much longer than it is
and I can’t imagine a time when
this heady feeling of something…the beginning of something
will stop.

I don’t want it to, really.

That’s the secret, I think to
differences, and spatial awareness.

A firm grip on reality,
while holding the tail of a dream.

That’s why this is different, and why
for me
nothing will ever be the same,
after this