It’s messy in the middle.
Toys strewn, boxes scattered of
their innards, doors opening
then easing shut.
I take a breath, letting it out
slowly.
…
I look down at my
ever expanding middle –
watching the tiny shark fin
track its way
beneath the surface.
I take a breath, letting it out
expectantly.
…
Conversations stop in the
middle.
Trails of thought skip and leap,
caught between desires
at the same time.
I take a breath, letting it out
wistfully.
…
Perhaps this perpetual motion
finds us at our most real –
whispering of the secret
buried in plain sight.
For even our beginnings were
first revealed
in the sharp inhalation
of delight.
This post is part of the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each Friday I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘middle’.
