Clocks

30 minutes to go. I wait. I hold on.

I am only alive in these moments.

In the in between a new and old.

In a little bit of pleasure, a little bit of pain.

I am visceral.

Four months to go. I wait. I hold on.

I keep it at bay not to get excited.

To not get too scared.

I don't want to know what it will really mean.

I don't want change. Don't make it tangible.

Three years to go. I wait. I hold on.

I constantly remember to forget my age.

An old soul with a young body and mind.

How do you deal with what you can't accept?

Seven hours to go. I wait. I hold on.

I stand at a precipice.

I jump. Or I turn around, running.

I accept or I forget.

I stay suspended...

2003