In Between The Seconds
Too much coffee, not enough sleep,
Disjointed conversation on Facebook,
Scheduling and rescheduling all week,
Black and white debates filled with lies,
And my throat is on fire, I have chills.
My body fights wanting to say many things.
How many days to the election?
What am I electing in my life?
What do we all elect every day?
My body is chilled. The covers
Are not enough, and for the first time
In years I acknowledge I want to be hugged.
Something seeps up through the busy person
I have become, and tears form
Not just for me, for all of us and what we
Have become: Facebook, Twitter and Tweets,
cell phones, texting, laptops, tablets
rewiring our brains, but not our hearts
to the point that
Sometimes it feels like a shock
To really look in someone’s eyes–
Between the seconds
To where time stops.