Provisions

I’m sharing this again because it applies to a totally different context.

This is from April, 2011.

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I could start by saying You really had me going.

Instead, I'll start with Suspense, in the way I used to know her.

She always was: A state or condition of mental uncertainty or excitement, as in awaiting a decision or outcome, usually accompanied by a degree of apprehension or anxiety.

She was also: a state of mental indecision, and the state or condition of being suspended.

But now, I have experienced her more intimately as: The space between our bodies. As the moment just before. As anticipation, or less emphatically, as waiting.

I know Suspension as the way our bodies were held, and where mine may remain hanging.

Suspense may have caught me, but the tower will crumble.

The tower will crumble, and I'll put her to rest.