Eprobles-poetby E.P.Robles14 Jul 2019

the bumble bee —
mid-air freeze
and hummingbird,
tacked onto the sky
my walk, molasses-like
and air thick, too cool
i’ve stepped between
the seconds of time
into a place outside
of mind
that low moaning a groaning slowness
of arrested world;
a snap of my finger and the world
again flows.

:: 04-22-2014 ::