(Poem) The Multiverse Holds its Breath

The Multiverse holds its breath.

There are those tiny
moments when time holds
its breath too,
in suspense of the ending.
It becomes aware of
itself and its nuances
and confidently dates other
members of its species-
Unaware of charismatic
twist of fate
a Kryptonite of such
that weakens even the strongest
of Supermen.

Often it because like this,
We stare out uncomfortably
over drinks or groceries-
So oddly a repeated joke
because I repeat a joke
or something I’ve read
or overheard somebody speaking
about what they heard on NPR today
and oft what I hear is
not what I say and often it’s not
understood as
endearing as I intended-
but I smile at the end in an innocuous
way, and your inability to respond
intrigues you, and now I disarm my
humor.
This occurs even when I’m
not looking for love.

And somehow we share old
times and memories and before once,
It becomes evident that further
presence will equal a shared bed
(a time or few),
trips to the Goodwill or bookstores
together, dinners and
moments playful (and plainly picturesque)
as infants cradled in a crib
or toddlers sharing
graham crackers.

Then suddenly-
Life.
Nothingness or mundanity;
Eyes and mouths amazed and
bored with conversation
until a fleeting sun
shower appears to
remind us about
living, and then after
the excitement,
Like the sun shower,
you are gone.
And I’m drinking in the
light alone.

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