THE TOWN DRIFTED AWAY

There was a slight
breeze.

The town drifted
away.

A house tried to stay
but it lifted like a leaf

losing itself in a fog.

A tree held on
hoping against hope.

Then: it was gone.

Then there again and gone again.

The sky too had blown away.

The moon was nowhere in sight.

A star blinked on and then
- off.

The year itself
unable to remain.

Even time vanishing
before my eyes.

The dead were dead
once again.

No longer alive.

Memory unable to
hold this world together

for a second more.

It vanished into
the little angry alarm clock

dancing its way
across the table top

falling quiet
losing its face.

So this was the reality
of now.

A cockerel crowed
just to make sure I knew

exactly where
I was.

*

Ahhhh memory is a strange land...they do things differently there...but it is a fragile emotional ecosystem that can be blown away just by waking up! Cockerels and alarms don't give tuppence for your state of mind and have a tendency to yank you back to a reality as it is rather than a reality that once was and that you hoped could have been a forever is.