Interval of Time

The pulse was too fast

The anxiety shortened my patience

The tension was magnified in the empty spaces

I wanted everything to congeal

The rippling fabric fluttered against my face

The hot air balloon was too sluggish

I wanted the implied ecstasy

Things rocked back and forth

The sky was big in every direction

There was an acceleration in my turn

My feet matted the grass

I could see my feet drilling into the world

My mind was spinning faster than my body

My eyes thrust me into the kingdom to come

I came to a stopping place

I was somehow felled into the yellow grass

Closing my eyes

Every thing slowed down

I was back but didn't want to be

I could feel the rush of anxiety

Buckling up my heart