Cronograph

Cronograph

I stop.
I pause,
in an effort to light a candle.

I’m sure my eyes are wide open,
yet the reality before them
is incomprehensible diffused light.
I wonder if this is what all colors at once look like...

I breathe in.
I breathe in again.
I guide my brain
like a helpless child
to all parts of my body.

Here’s my foot.
Above, my knee.
It hurts.
My hips, natural dancers.
I take it,
step by step,
to my eyes.
It whispers:
‘Yes, they’re open.’

I breathe in again,
and I see you.
Your gentle look
was hugging me throughout the journey.

I breathe in again,
and fill my lungs
with your presence.

I had always dreamed of a place
where all watches would be pointless.
I was not aware of the amazing powers
of candles.

— Diana

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