Left Behind

There was experience - time and
space and place were left behind
while we were there. Long grasses
swayed, and wildflowers sent their
scent into the air. Mistily, the slightest
rain fell down as if a morning dew were
melting o'er our skin.

We were together then, completely.
And nothing else existed, not for us.
The wider world was busy spinning
endless industry, while you and I
flew high and wide, into the universe.
A moment of experience in love,
before the wider world came to
separate us once again.

Then all the rules and adages of
past propriety, bore down to reek
a havoc of disruption. A cell phone
rang - and time came back again.
Its industry was never welcome
there. A moment of experience,
so pure and so complete, and then
the harsh command of interruption...

? Michaelette ?

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