‽istis
reclaims The Moment Before (weekending 2nd
November 2019)
‽istis waited, breath-held - a
moment caught exquisitely, Grecian-urn-like, as leaves try to hang on forever
despite colouring-up gloriously for their fall and as the eternal lovers (with
their never-fading beauty) oh so nearly kiss. And ‽istis
wondered what would happen when the moment passed:
‽ when 95% of the
universe had perhaps succumbed to the gaze of the Dark Energy Spectroscopic
Instrument
‽
when the Bake-off contestants stopped holding hands and the announcer’s pause
had (finally) come to an end; when Lord Sugar’s finger had moved from poised to
pointed; and when the flourished score paddle revealed a number
‽ when the ballot boxes
were opened after their dark, uncustomary and wintry journey to the Town Hall
‽ when we had
eventually left – or not
‽ when one of the
two-teams left standing (or rucking and mauling, tackling and scrummaging,
running and kicking) had crumpled to the floor and the other had roared…
And after that moment, the moment that Erwin’s cat might
break its silence, what else could be?; possibly, perhaps, maybe…
© Pistis
