napowrimo day 6
Drift and Rush
Like steam rising, the woman’s shirt
passing the blue glaze of the skylight
not rising, descending. Stairs.
I almost watched it wisp into infinity
but, is infinity only up? I’m relearning
directionals, these days. Pause and question.
Steam a translucent white and the sky
so blue I’ve almost forgotten yesterday’s gloom.
I like how it didn’t rush. Time frightens me
a little, lately. How fast the months but how
tiring the minutes. Perhaps time is like a building
we knew in our childhood: immense, unending.
Once visited, in adulthood: small, everything shorter.
Did I say time? I meant: life.