Held

Second arrival,
encased and slumbering.
The cargo was stopped
for this lifeless shell.

This moment,
This moment now,
Timed out over and over again.
Into the moment, a harsh berrang!

The space,
weakened.

An instant passes,
and another.

"I am afraid."

The terror speaks inside.
It is loud inside;
full, but rock still.

She made herself invisible.

© 1993 Sonja Phinney