water
a bead of water landed on my lap
this morning and i watched it fall
as if it were frozen, seconds slowed,
making it look like snow
gently drifting through space.
It bounced softly and I stared into the
translucent globe, thought I was watching
the world. I saw the light reflect a rainbow
off the sphere shaped force field. I
leaned in and it slipped, spilled
down my leg and disintegrated just how
my world will one day disappear.
But today we are here, waiting,
letting the earth slowly spin us
like we too are in slow motion.
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