Turbulence
We’re just entangled particles careening through space and time.
Stillness like a frozen waterfall entropy held at bay for just a moment or a few hundred days. Ink falling, twisting vortices of doubt in a cup of milk I had this morning and then came the crash of matters splattered upon a canvas I saw it in slow motion, just like a movie I heard you say, “get down.” Metal upon metal, roaring pterodactyl cries Forces throwing me away as glass sliced and laughed its way through our skin the cartoons running through my mind only a few minutes early recalling blue sky before singular darkness the clouds silhouetted above elephants chasing stars Apollo and his great bow flies Before the sound of the ambulance and a voice saying, “I’m pulling him out.” Out of what, I thought, a second birth or the womb of darkness that flicker of a fading light? now I’m wandering the forest, afraid I’m worried about father getting angry that I’d forget the chores About being lazy in the rubble About the light fading into night And all I wanted to do was wake up
and see my mother’s smile once more.
© Bradley J Nordell 2023
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