It took time to find a footing
To stop my eyes from expecting the constant spin
When the merry-go-round stopped
and we all slowed down
It took time to trust my surroundings
To realize I could open my eyes wide
When the glitter, normally whirling around in my snow globe,
softly landed, piling delicately at my feet.
It took time to adjust to the stillness
The unmitigated days, weeks, months
The stilled rumble of the engine that was life ‘before’
The underlying lack of expectation.
It took time to adapt to this new calm
The constant presence of my family,
Their unabating need to eat something
The perpetual emptiness of my calendar.
Now I want to harmonize with the current I feel running through my soul
The tune of my own knowing
I want to wade deep into this slow, wide river and figure out how to stay there
How to bring this peace into the ‘after.’
