Teen Ink

   Evolution of the Moment

I'm sitting on a cloud,
Watching the rotating
sphere of green and blue below
without me,

seeing through white haze,
camcorder on the window.
reporting the destiny of Earth.

I hear the music playing distantly,
a note a minute.
Time slowing down.

Down the corridor are conversations,
On the roof is the mighty rain.
Across the sky, it's black.

Flashing lights,
Movement stopped.
Awaiting the answer,
without me.

by Adam H., New City, NY