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::moment::

Day 3: reverb10

Prompt: Moment.  Pick one moment when you felt most alive this year.  Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).

     

There was a moment this year when I felt my life surging;

through my whole body feelings were merging.

On the beach I sat atop a crusty old gondola ride,

unsure I’d ever get to the mile-away other side.

Camille had said, Mom, this will be fun!

so up we went, so close to the sun.

My knuckles were white from clenching the bar

Where is the end?  It seems so far!         

    

My feet were dangling in nothing but space.

I knew if I fell I’d leave not a trace

but a hole in the roof of the skeeball place.

There was a breeze that made our flimsy cart sway

and I asked aloud again why I hadn’t stayed away.

    

My daughter laughed at me, loud and long

and said, but Mom, the cable’s really strong.

I swear that it felt like a thin piece of thread

that threatened to break right over my head

and send me down sinking through the blue sky

tumbling and turning because I can’t fly.

I decided to look through my clear camera lens

and breathe through my nose- I counted by tens.    

     

I saw people so small and water so vast

every tiny cell felt tingly at last.

This could be so great! with my senses so high.

Salty air in my lungs I decided to try

to forget that I was on a thin piece of tin,

instead blame my dizziness on a glass of sloe gin.

We bumped along, giggling and waiting,

soaking up sun, giving my fear a rating

from five to ten to off the chart

until I could feel it with all of my heart:

This way of being, no control in my hand

with only trust that I would soon be on land.

My faith and my fear beat together in time

sharing the space in this silly rhyme.

       

Our seat slid down a line of pink, blue, yellow and green

straight from the cover of a vintage magazine.

When we finally stepped back onto the ground

I took a moment to quickly turn ‘round.

It was during that short little spin

I caught a glimpse of my girl’s happy, wide grin.

Laughing again, we raised a high-five

to celebrate the miracle that I was alive.

        

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