White and harmlessly tiny
Went down easily 
Settled at the bottom 
Will wait for twenty…

A disappointing sunset, 
The sound of silence,
A special request… 

Questions: “Is this wrong?”
“Is this me?”

Too late now.

Silent eruption
Faint vibration
Growing, building
Breaking out, numbing.

Sit still. Focus.

Are inanimates moving?
Spinning...
Round and round
Two dimensionals on the verge
Of jumping out and running…

I feel my particles moving
Bubbling...
Through my fingers
Breaking away 

I have to hold on to something 
Before I scatter into space

Then his voice…
Smoother, deeper than I remember
Assuring, caressing
Opening me to the experience outside me

Music that is crisper, cleaner
Flowing, bouncing 
Around chair legs, off walls
Filling the room like water 
Wraps fish in a bowl

And water… 
Flowing down my throat
In a cool, sensual tumble

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he says
Have I stopped? My mind wanders
I am suspended in a void 
Just about to evaporate

I root my fingers through his
Then we sink into an expected
But surprising kiss

Locked in a surreal moment
We transcend to the next century

Time. Change. Reality. 
Went down easily
White and harmlessly tiny.

New year 2000