15 minutes to the time: a poem

15 minutes to the time,

I closed my eyes. 

I took a brief moment from January to December. 

Tears.

I could not say anything. 

Takeoff.

There was bliss, then there was 

turbulence.

Immense turbulence.

I thought it was going to be over.

But then--something steady. 

A bit shaky from relative peace, but more calm than before. 

Then...(exhales)

Maybe for a few moments.

Touchdown.

Happy New Year.