There are times
when everything quietens.

The leaves dead still.
The wind pulls back
and the path is clear.

A penny drops
and something moves within you
and you are afraid
to exhale the breath you’ve taken.

You are a step midway
hovering over.

You have thousand petals
extended through space.

A telephone rings,
a voice,
a car horn,
a door bangs,
a nail taps the glass and it shatters.

You are gravity.

You will want to mute the sounds,
throw the curtain over.

You have glimpsed through a hair crack
and seen your self
and you are craving
for who you really are.

You are back in the world.

©Malintha Perera 2015

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