“Slow down”, Mother says
as I struggle to wolf down
the chocolate muffin collapsing
in my hands. It is an asteroid
and they are the atmosphere.
Slowing down, I see the elements,
how things originally were.
Glimpsing at my mother in this space,
I watch her unravel back to its starting
point — become feint, almost unreal.
A sleight of hand.
Copyright Christian Ward
Christian Ward is a UK based writer who has been extensively published online and in print.