Intentions

I set a timer for 10 minutes.

I sink into myself.

It’s an apprehensive silence.

Waiting for some shoe to drop.

Any shoe to drop.

I get nervous, like I’m waiting for an inevitable.

I find                                     Ease.

It’s been so long.

The timer is almost up.

It’s like a dream.

I try to define the edges.

The mere resolve to do so justifies its integrity,

But it’s unstable, like shoddy craftsmanship.

The blocks tumble out and rebuild themselves.

I wait for the walls to solidify.

There’s a strange charge to the air,

But I don’t quite know what.

Unwittingly, I hold myself in this space,

Though not ready to leave.

If I’m lucky, I acquiesce.

I acquiesce into — Ringggggggg!