The Time Before
By Lily Harris
It’s just a little instant
And, just maybe, a time
Preceding whatever it may please,
A movie,
A song,
A poem,
A night of sleep.
And yet you think nothing of it.
It’s all everyone’s lives combined
Into a fraction of a second,
The simple peace of nothingness
Before a streak of something comes in,
It’s just a little instant
And, just maybe, a time
When you suddenly stopped
The little, unimportant thing you were doing,
And just existed
For a small, brief moment
Before carrying on
You, too, knew of it.
It is nothing.
It is the nothing.
The thing of nothing that makes everything
else a thing,
It’s anything and everything, ever,
An end to something great,
And perhaps
A beginning to something greater.
