Time

Soft wood, coarse fiber. A paddle circle. Precise lines drawn on forest green.

Me. Standing watching her and wondering why she's on the other side of that table.

In my hand I hold a sphere of calm ready to be set into motion.

But brief pause, ponder to try and access. A camera to take a picture. She has no idea.

How long can I keep this up I wish forever but it can't be. And I know a few weeks will pass by and I'll forget this sight. But that's very far away.

Right now she's standing there. Of all the things! And here am I.

It's gone on too long now. I feel the tension easing as though an image instantaneously stopped on a screen. I can't be seen as disappointing.

So I act, sad that time always passes but never at the rate I want it to.