There is a moment
before the rush of the day
catches on—
an in-between space
in time,
to slow down,
to pause,
to relish
amidst the fleeting moments
of impermanence,
of transience.
Worries dispelled,
anxieties dissolved,
fears hushed.
A breath of clarity descends.
That’s the moment I wait for.
That’s the moment I rely on
day after day—
before the day slowly swallows me whole.
A moment where dreams are created.
A moment where dreams are promised
a life of their own.
One I breathe into—
a worthwhile moment between breaths.
This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and ninety-third edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – DISPEL hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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