A flash of a capturing moment.
I am sliding through the plane.
Dreaming.
Will this interim impact profoundly?
A rough brush of humanity
That tickles my stasis.
Rushing forward, billowing outwards.
Thoughts fleeting, ideas brewing.
Energy decimated and up, up and away.
We go.
Into solid.
Affirming.
Reality.
Kerry Bridges.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem