This is the second installment in a series of posts that I have decided to call “blogging for the sake of blogging”. As promised, I edited the poem I wrote yesterday morning about my weird experience. Just to give you some background about the poem, I have recently been going through a bit of a rough patch professionally and personally. In many ways this poem reflects the weird space I found myself in. I have always found writing to be cathartic especially when it reflects my struggles. Without further delay, here it is:
Time Slowed down for me this Morning. ©
Time slowed down for me this morning.
I don’t know how; I don’t know why, but time slowed down for me this morning.
It’s usually a blur of tick-tock-tick; of tiptoeing on cold tiles out of the shower quick.
But not today; today time slowed down for me.
Perhaps Mother Nature had hypnotized me
With her howling voice and rhythmical tapping of drip drop dripping on my window pane.
When usually the dripping would drive me insane
It now served as hypnosis, as time slowed down for me.
Alone in bed, its cold outside and I beneath my covers hide
Shift shuffle shifting rubbing together my feet; toes curled up searching for heat
As five minutes felt like an hour under my sheet.
Covered from head to toe as time slowed down for me.
Every five minutes the alarm on my phone blares
But I’m entranced by Mother Nature’s melody combined with her snares
Of rain and wind and thunder booms and
I lie still in my quiet room listening… as time slowed down for me.
I look at my clock and it smiled at me
Where usually a frown is what I receive, the weather outside shows no reprieve
A flash of light and thunder follows, resonating somewhere deep in the hollows of my soul I feel it
vibrating, boom, crack, roar, rattle. My awareness frightens me; as time slowed down for me this morning.
My theory confirmed it’s 7 in the morning but still dark outside
Time MUST have slowed down for me and told the sun to hide, to wait a bit longer
Before rising today, before giving the signal to start making hay, yes time knew that I was not OK
So it slowed for me this morning.