Then she said it: “Ban…k.”
No, I can’t write it the way it sounded;
Can’t make you hear what was only for my ear,
For the world doesn’t possess sufficient paper,
The Earth hasn’t future enough to tell the tale
And you would have to be me, which you’re not…
So maybe these words won’t work for you,
But that won’t stop me
[Though there would have been a time it would]
And only you know whether it will stop you.
You see, ‘stopping’ is what started it all.
No-one else would have perceived it, received it,
No-one would have noticed the ‘n’s elonnngation
Yet to me, you see,
This smallest scintilla, this microscopic moment
Hastened over the horizon to gird the globe at such a leisurely pace
Like the shock of seeing several ‘selves’ suspended:
Multiple ‘Me’s in mirrors fore and aft
Disappearing into some perversely populated infinity.
There, between the letters upon her lips
She birthed the universe
Where we will walk our will and wanting into beauty, into being;
Where Time himself takes time out
To sit and watch in wonder
A scene never seen in all his ancient aeons:
The birth of a new eternity, where love outlives his temporal yoke.
The word.
The dark spaces hidden deep within
Opened slowly, subtly, seductively:
A yawning crevasse of tenderly lingering, liquid honey
Tingling upon the tip of her tongue
In which suns are born yet neither set nor die,
Into which we fell, my Love and I.
Tony Jolley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stopping-and-starting/
