Time Stood Still at the Drive-InA Poem by Brenden TaylorI was at the drive-in with two of my good friends. We were watching the latest new freak-show of a movie, trying to figure out the psychologically twisted plotline. Needing to give my eyes and my mind a rest, I turned my head to the right of me, when time stood still. The gravel on the ground grew great under the grandeur of the sky, almost meeting the horizon with its coarse soul. The clouds in the night air were a dull purple, perfectly blending the heavenly host and the city below into a smear of forgotten nonsense that hovered over everything and made its second existence on the gravelly parking lot below. Scattered around the perimeter of the area were knee-high garden lights radiating with a blue-white hue that made them seem like stationary orbs of hope, only meant to be encountered in small doses, because such happiness all at once isn’t supposed to happen in this world. Limbo? The place where everything stops, and for one second, you can think forever, let your mind wander without worrying about what you want and where you were and who you are. You can remember the past, change the past, change the present, see the future all between the height of your aspirations and the pit of reality. A place where you can relive every relationship you’ve ever had, the bad ones that make the good ones that much more beautiful. You see the music that you’ve heard your whole life, except now you see it floating in the air, making melodies and humming harmonies in the soft wind. In the distance, you see one point; it’s a crossroads, an intersection; the horizontal axis is everything you could ever hope for in the life, and the vertical axis is everything you can ever interrupt that hope, and you can’t help but feel that where you’re at is where you’re supposed to be at that time. You feel in control of so little, and you feel overwhelmed by so much, that the only thing you know you can safely do to alleviate that heavy pressure in your lungs is breathe, in long, slow huhs, and think about where you go from here. I was at the drive-in, and all of this happened in a second.© 2011 Brenden Taylor |
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Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on October 16, 2011 AuthorBrenden TaylorShelbyville, TNAbout"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." - Jesus the Christ I am Brenden Taylor. I hope you like what you find here... more..Writing
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