insular
There comes a moment when you realise
That there’s a warmth in just being.
And I’m sinking to the bottom of a wine glass
Looking through the curve and the bubbles.
Like a raisin in champagne, rising and falling and rising again
Forever.
With my friends in another room
Engrossed in a tv show
I’m listening to music
The cat is licking his paws
And the remnants of a shared meal still litter the kitchen bench.
I notice things I never noticed before.
A warmth and attraction
That might be just the wine
And might not be the wine at all.
A feeling of belonging
To my people and they to me.
And there’s sound everywhere
And harshness and pain and a fever that burns everything it touches
But none of it reaches me
Because I’m in my own little world now
And it’s cool in here.
And it’s close
And it’s quiet.
I don’t want to leave here.
© mjc 04 October 2015
