Seated like that
Time a seamswidth hair’s breadth breathing
In a hollow cracked egg
Despair a crushing feeling that all your limbs had infinite weight
Yet were all composed of threads of pure light
That feeling of overpowering crushing weight
Yet the electric tension I could break
Still a finger’s width across the
Frisson spasmodic clutching gap of
A breath-squeeze down inside, tension
Spring-like, remember still how you accepted
Winter’s worn lineaments, arrayed each moment
In time’s grasp, irreproachable, untouched
Virgin held in voiceless, senseless void
Accepted the elements as they presented themselves
Now at the turnstile a faerie sits
Arrayed, bedecked, queen of all living things
Now the moment swings around again
Stillness becomes a shimmering illusion
A brightening, illuminated haze that
Stares out of the water’s deep
At its own reflection poised on the brink
Of the water’s edge.
(C) 2009 Chris Hudson
