Blurred lights, glitter wall--suddenly perfection

In Media Res

I found myself
with feet
on my chest and
bowling balls
in my arms--
mobiles hanging from each hand--
as I searched
and searched
for something
or someone to tell
me
that the survival
of now
happens.

I,
in the midst
of my own
perceived kaleidoscope,
felt a suffocation that existed

solely

in an anxious mind
that then somehow,
with no warning,
found comfort
in the quotidian
sighs of recognition
and the subtle

beauty

of something waiting

patiently

for a ray or glimmer
to make its rounds
when, really,
the darkness
never was.