Time slips

POETRY

What seemed ridiculous at one point has become mundane.

Words by & illustration by Nélida Zubia


your body knows

 

it guides you

 

dispensing chemicals

that course through your entire being

 

stomach clenches

mouth goes dry

a muscle keeps twitching

 

you keep a finger on

forehead, pushing between eyebrows

closing your eyes

 

oh, why is this happening

you wonder

as you take 10 seconds for yourself

 

away from this

weird situation

 

suddenly

as you’re finally going to bed

you realise

 

your surroundings before

echo a dream you had

so long ago it’s impossible

to remember when

 

it’s all come true

 

what seemed ridiculous at one point

has become mundane

 

ergo: current dreams

will become reality

 

be careful what you dream about

 

making a split-second decision

you choose what you know

 

because you know how to handle it

 

stepping away from a scenario

 

that’s too much hassle

there’s an insistent voice

 

“no, this is not the way

you know what you ought to do”

then you know you’re not doing the right thing

betraying yourself

your instinct

 

it makes no sense

 

but it’s impossible to ignore

this feeling

of being a coward

playing it safe

risking nothing

 

the most precious things

are a gamble

 

where you’re willing to

lose all

because potentially winning

is worth so much more

than what you have

 

and your throat is eager to make a sound

 

your heart is bursting

 

everything is on fire within you

 

this uncontrollable desire

 

has already burned everything

 

that seemed precious before

 

so there is nothing to lose anymore

 

what do you have, really?

 

did you not dream of this?

 

what is it you want

what will make you happy

can you be satisfied

 

there is no satisfaction

 

the hunt for happiness

 

is the only quest for glory

in our mortal existence

 

the only certainty is death

 

do you want to live before you go?

 

heeding this voice

that whispers each night

of magic & impossible things

 

impossible now

 

but everything changes

 

tomorrow is different

 

next month will be different

 

you will change

 

everything is ever mutating

 

into unfamiliar shapes

 

your body feels different

 

the world has shifted

 

it’s more like what you thought it should be

Ralph Eliot Seaborn is a writer in London with a penchant for nebulous power sources and natural polymer fibres. A perfect day for Ralph would include flying a kite in the park, cooking the perfect beef stroganoff & finally finishing that ten thousand piece puzzle