Stationary

It's reached a point of obsession. What am I doing? I'm surrounded by this ongoing drama. Picture this - I'm in the middle, stationary spectator, constantly turning clockwise in slow motion. Around me, all that can be seen is a flash of colour. It passes by so quickly that it can't be intercepted, it blurs into a continuous streaming of passing colour that gushes forth like water from a waterfall.

I look closer and I am able to discern a few things. There's a pregnancy resulting in twins, a trip to South-east Asia and India, a wedding, a sex change, a 19year/old madly in love, a house in ruins, a reconstituted family that functions very well, construction, a stroll in the cold night leading to a cozy intimate setting where likeminded people gather, a foosball tournament, introductions to two, a dying hope - in sadness, a lunch, Italian laughter, drumbeats, an eccentric gathering, dragons and mermaids, feet freezing, menacing faces, old faces, the surreal, birds, mushrooms, Thai. I stand in the middle, unwavering, unmoving, unchanging, stationary.