That hum before the screen turns on
The drop hangs in the air
And the pause before he answers
In that one split-second stare

You lose your unsure footing
Metaphorical or real
That moment as you’re falling
What is it you feel?

A wild spinning, blur, confused
What-ifs in hopes and worries while
Floating, floating, context-free
With nothing on the dial

And then the current jumps the gap
The hand has come to call
The moment always vanishing
If it happened then at all.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2015. Title donated by Flora L.

This entry was posted on September 08, 2015 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Poem-a-day 2015