circles of time ...

circles of time ... the girl waiting to become a woman smiled as she watched me from across the room her clear blue eyes stuttering in anticipation like the hands on an ancient hallway clock counting down the seconds the minutes the hours the days the months and the years that she had endured to arrive at this single axis in the unending circles of time and as she peeled the bed covers aside i said a silent prayer that i might not falter through the rise of night and the urgency of desire to be the one for her but i hesitated a second a minute an hour a day a month and a year too long and what might have been slipped by in an instant sending her drifting into shadows with only a final whispered thought that every moment embraces every other moment before it and defines all the moments yet to come Copyright © Kennedy James, 2015. All rights reserved.