A point of time

There was a point
of time
when I was
not sure
of what I could say

if I ever met my friends


at some point.


how

could I
hold
a conversation

when I
                                                        haven’t
 been able to

get  a hold
of    m      y
spi ral li ng   
        stra nds of
                                                                                                            c                    u  e
                                                                                                              o   n    c        s
                                                                                                                  s    i     s
                                                                                                                                 n
                                                                                                                              o s
               
how
              could I


                                 even meet them

when I haven’t

met
mys
                                                 elf
                                                               in some time?


____________

Occasionally
though
I manage
to grasp
at the little trinkets of time,
and watch the golden hour of memories
play like an endless film
stuck in time


the snow globe
turns warm
from my fingers
clutching it like a lifeline,
and the winter inside
awaits the day it can spring forth
and greet the blooming buds
once again