I’ve slowed the world down so as
To watch him sleep in slowmotion
An outstretched arm
a dipped waist moves
Imperceptibly on slo-mo
And the world is at a better pace
Climb in my head with a full belly
Fizzy water and a lots and lots of snowflakes
In bottles or packets
I’m watching the wind moving around
And I’m worried I might fall asleep and miss
This gentle breathing
This breeze of life
That’s when I invest in paradoxical intention
In order to stay awake I am forcing myself
To TRY to sleep
TRY IT
YOU CAN’T
Do it
To try is not to do
And paradoxically he’s still here on the bed
And I’m still here watching
Perhaps it’s me in slow motion
Slowing sticky
Eyeballs glued to
Each point
Movements wrenching within
Now sticky fingers
Not daring to touch him
Lest he wake
Text: © J. L. Nash, 2010
Images: © Erick Soler, 2010
