Bright Shadows

by Ally Cantalini


Still Motion
The wheel goes ‘round.
Forwards.
Forwards.
Mankind's contraption moves.
And everything is spinning.
I am a spoke on the wheel.
Singular. Individual.
But connected to life's motion.
The wheel goes ‘round.
Catches. pause button

Suspended in an instant. Afloat. Lifted by luminosities.
On the eve of change. No change. But promised change.
I feel so alone. Spinning.
But whole. Still.
I am part of the world.
And for a sacred illuminated moment, I feel it.
Slips. play button Exhale. Fast Forward button

The wheel goes ‘round.
Spinning.
Forwards.
Faster.


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