Brink.

she’s holding her breath
an autumn inhalation
captured
indefinitely

she’s been turning
spokes rolling
one after another
pacing the seasons
darkness
light
passing in shifts
one after another

frantic noise
dwindles
down into
silence

she waits
breath
no longer held
deep drawing in
long, slow exhale

the world pauses with her
held on an unseen brink