This one was written for Dan Mader's 2minutesgo writing exercise – kicking my writing butt! Head over to his website to read or write. It's up to you :) Happy Friday!
Midst
Midst
We have this
and we have the middle, the beginning, but never the end. The finality of it
all hovers in the distance, a bridge of empty air, conjured up by magic,
wondered at, imagined; so clearly defined we may feel we can step upon it,
touch it, grip the safety rail if we wish, but we’d be wrong. It fades into the
ether, sinking, becoming one with it, spreading into the very air, devoid of
atoms, full silent. In this middle we have our understanding, our being, our
rest, our all; the sounds, scents, feelings of each and every echo of each and
every second, and we long for them. How we will miss them when they are vapour.
Yet even then we will still find ourselves wandering in circles in the middle,
enveloped by meaningless time, spilling and never spilled, emptying but never
emptied. And when we finally draw towards the edge, there will be the very
centre of it all, inviting us, the ghosts of our passing, our sacred seconds
spent.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 1, 2018
