For a moment only

I see all and feel all

I am sensation’s apex

The watering hole of dreams

Emotion’s sponge

I seek knowledge

To build the cities of my mind

Shelf less libraries full of stories

For a moment only

Then the image fades like falling sand

Inside time’s glass-walled prison

 

A moment of calm before the

Storm rolls wildly over my banks

Tearing into the sand and silt

Exhausting rocky buttresses

 

It is exhilarating

Standing amidst the rolling waves

Watching them rise over my head

And lifting me in my little boat up, up, up

To drop us back down again

My skin, raw on the ropes

Hair in knots covers my eyes

So, I become blind to the beauty and all I can do is sense

The sea rolling up and down and up

Moving me to the beat of its mad lullaby

 

I might die out in the deafening waves

If not that every so often my perilous cradle

Will grind upon a vacant island

A space between the lines of a poem

That with open arms shelters me

From the demanding cry of the sea’s violent emotion

And upon this shore I find myself;

Slowly thaw to life again

As sight regains its throne upon my uplifted face

 

It is my island I cherish most

Although I love the thrilling sea

Its warming sands comfort me when

The waves would overpower and rock my boat

Until with one last heave

They tossed me over the edge

And sinking slowly into the deep

I drowned in my own insanity

Becoming the sand

Slowly fading

In the glass-walled prison of time

 

(I feel I must explain myself: I am an introvert. That means sometimes, although I love you all very much, I need time alone. One thing I cannot live without is time away from the crowd, from the classroom, and from work; time to think and snuggle up inside myself where I am comfy and warm. It is in these quiet moments alone that I am most creative, most stimulated, more than I might be in another environment. If you watch Ted Talks and you have seen Susan Cain's, you might get my meaning. I just need  alone time sometimes, I couldn't live without it.)