The bench is hard underneath me.
My back is perfectly straight as my fingers fly across the keyboard.
The patterns they flit in have been practiced and performed perfectly a thousand times before.
But this is the moment that defines it all.
The one that will be remembered.
My heart beats fast and nervously, my foot finding its way to the pedal.
As natural as anything.
Even with the time poured into this piece, this keyboard feels odd under my fingers.
The pedal different then what I'm so used to.
This tool just slightly differed from my usual.
And even with the difference slight,
the piece works unlike it has worked before.
So this poem is in one of my other books. I felt like I had to include it because it's the one that inspired this whole book. My teacher asked us to write a personal memoir, and I decided to write a memoir about a minute that lasted forever. I hoped you liked it.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Things
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about the moments that seem to last forever. The seconds that feel like hours. The abundance of thoughts that can occur within a single second. The races your thoughts seem to conduct in your head.
