Alchemy of Connection

There are moments, sometimes

Where the world goes so quiet you can forget you’re in it.

When and nothing will ever be as funny, or brilliant, or make you feel as seen again.

But another audio exists too.

There! That SNAP.

And suddenly everything makes sense.

Milliseconds of clarity,

Of understanding,

Of creation!

A tiny idea that could cause tremors across the earth,

A friendship, a something-ship that should have always been present.

A ‘what if we’ suggestion

Soon faded, denied and quite lost.

Taking flight is rare,

Suspended seconds captured in delicate ice.

Adrenalin soars and summersaults you off course,

As though you’ve found

That thing

Right there,

It!

Like catching a shiny penny on gritted cobbles

Or spying Amethysts in the dirt.

Full, thick, textured moments

Connected moments

That steep like rich tea, between the awake and the dreaming space.

Those moments of ‘not quites’, Those ‘things’ that cannot be named,

Those ‘some-things’ that might have been missed,

Lost in all the noise.

The things that my one-time professor named the ‘apertures of possibility’:

An electric hum…

A soft buzz,

Subtle sparks,

A delicious flicker across faces as eyes burn,

Almost imperceptible,

And so easily discarded.

Lost in the fissures of time, slipping through moments and gaps,

as temporary as lost keys,

More so,

dissolving through cracks in pavements.

I sigh out a cold air breath.

Refreshed and giddy in the stillness of what’s possible.

When you wake yourself to the chemistry.

Whether commented on,

they’re there all along. Appearing only to a select few.

Who give space to notice them.