By The Attendee
Published: May 14, 2009

Glass shatters
Hearts stop
Frames bend
Time halts

A shrieking, shrill voice
enters the scene with
all the beauty of inevitability

I am calm
collected
alive

I stop to look for meaning
in a sea of glass and confusion

Now I am propped upward
covered in white
still contemplating
still looking for meaning

perhaps there is none
perhaps I already know

Now I am home
still calm
still collected
partially alive

I grin maliciously
At all that has passed
and wonder
would I have it any other way?