Day 30 – And Then I Write

My thoughts are myriad and rapid 
They race around my head with all the 
Grace of a Mongol Horde and all the speed
Of every Flash from every alternate universe

And Then I Write

The Mongols become Tibetan monks,
Cloistered on top of a mountain, looking down at the world below
Quietly observing and seeing the currents of life as if seagulls
Gazing along a massive ocean, waves deep and imperceptible

The Flash takes off his red, green, blue, black mask and 
Becomes Barry again, a man prone to error, clumsiness,
A man who takes life at the pace that it should be taken
Slow and savory like the last bite of your favorite food

Inevitably, the monks don their war gear and mount their horses
Inevitably, infinite Flashes pull on infinite masks and run out into the world
My thoughts invade the empty space, aggressive air filling a vacuum,
Like when a spaceship is punctured and the atmosphere drains

And Then I Write

For a moment, there is peace 
But all peace ends.