Orientation

This week's prompt at The Sunday Creative was orient.

You are driving on ice

When it occurs to you

You are losing control,

Your car is spinning,

And your life flashes before your eyes

As if you were watching a silent picture

Playing in slow motion.

 

You transcend to another place

Found only in your mind

Just before it slowly begins to spin.

Your car takes flight

And glides effortlessly across the ice

As when a hundred starlings lift

And bank together

Before they wheel and drop.

 

Very much like the moment

The rivers seem

To still and stop

Because a storm is coming.

Like the moment just before

A tornado takes hold of your life

And twists everything around

Rearranging the landscapes.

The picture plays in slow motion.

 

But there is no storm.

As life speeds back up

To an extra fast pace

You can regain control

And put the landscape back in its proper location

 

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