Suspended

There is a moment
when time stops
when the clock explodes
and you are suspended
by the second hand
when the battery dies
and that second hand
pauses
holding you up
threatening
to drop you
back into the monotonous
tick tock tick tock
of motion.
But
there is that moment
when time stops,
when time ceases to
control the rules of existance
and you fall, hang, live
suspended in passion,
in breath,
with eyes watching
waiting
for the moment
when it all begins
again.
Echos of that
tick tock tick tock
fade to black
fade to light
breaking the
boundries of
rules
that have governed
time.
There is a moment
of stillness
that lasts
a second, a minute,
a hour, a day.
Stillness that
captures
passion, breath
the life
snapshots that
sometimes, often times
are missed
by the second hand
in its humdrum
tick tock tick tock
of time.
But there are the moments
when all bets are off,
the rules have been
shattered
and stillness is
inevetible.