Just Minutes Ago Poem


How different a person can be from minute to minute.

It keeps you guessing.

It keeps me guessing.

Led only by the thump thump of a heart.

Does not even have to be their own.

As long as they own it for the moment.

***

Ten minutes ago, I was at rest.

Simply going with the flow.

Ignorant but not oblivious to responsibility.

Chasing the low while I can.

Enjoying the rest.

Dreaming while I wake.

***

Five minutes ago, I began to awaken.

The flow slowly leading too far from home.

Pressure building.

Reaching a new high.

Stirring to life.

The end of a short dream.

***

Now, I am awake.

Moving with a faster different kind of flow.

Trying to reach home as fast as possible.

Riding the speed high.

Awake and alive.

Until it is time to dream again.


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