The interregnum

The interregnum 


I sense a hush, 
it's as if the universe holds its breadth in,
It feels as if we were in an interregnum , she said,
In time and space,
Between the now and the hereafter,
Between the nowhere and the somewhere,
The destination fuzzy,
The paths meander,

Ah ! He said, destiny plays itself out in interesting ways,
The inevitable trajectory, a thing to behold,
in its many splendours!

You observe askance almost detached, she smiled,
Whist I walk the subjective tightrope,
Between the wanting and the waiting,
Those wished for tomorrows fill up my dreams,
Even as everything quietens, the silences speak,
I hear them murmur,

He smiled, there's no tweaking time you know,
What will be will be,
The moving finger writes at its own bidding,
We'd best let the moment be.

-Vinny
19/4/16