Time

by amy sharp


The moment you hit a wall. When color spits at your eyes and you feel like comfort is lost. There is no place to put yourself. You do not finish a sentence. Fall light like cotton into a place you always knew. You do not take in air like a child. Full belly. Clear heart. That moment.  It happened, but you don't know the exact time on the clock. The calendar day. The exact spilt second things changed.