Mine
The moment was mine.
The darkness would pass,
the music would change,
but the moment was mine.
Were we working on a beginning,
or was this to be the final scene?
Who would decide the rules?
What would be allowed,
and what would be forbidden fruit?
Were we alone in our reality,
or playing out someone else’s fantasy?
The water was beneath me,
and the darkness above,
it was within my grasp.
I wanted to reach out,
but then what would I do?
Once I had extended my hand,
my cards would have been played,
and I would have been exposed – perhaps rejected.
Or worse – embraced?
I turned for the safety of the water,
possibility was still there,
beauty and enigma.
You need a cigarette,
for now
all other thoughts
would have to wait.
The moment had passed,
and I was certain of only one thing –
it had only been the first scene,
a second would have to follow.
