One minute I am here, and the next I am deep into an email, my fingers clicking rapidly on the keyboard. One moment a sound pulls me back, the dishwasher humming along. The next moment I am days ahead, opening the holiday gifts, sitting now in stillness under the Charlie Brown-sized tree in a green pot. Here again, the silver clock ticks loudly into the silence. And then I am gone, ruminating about last night’s unkind response. Here and then gone. Here and then gone.
dishwasher swishing
colored lights blink— on and off
on, off, on, and off