FALLING INTO THE PAST
the tick tick of the bike
a dog barks
letter on a Welcome mat
the midnight tick of time
the house sighs
Dad's whistle
ambushed by the smell
of honeysuckle
I fall into the Past
red barn
blue sky
a summer to last forever
Caruso 78
I listen to the scratches
like Time trying to sing along
I kiss the whorl
of a fingertip then
the all of you
your body
drifting away from me
on a tide of hurt
'I don't like the way
your eyes
touch me! '
starlings fly up
I walk upon close bitten grass
a sheep laughs
a car rusts on the beach
the roofless house
looks out to sea
the sea is sleeping
I watch it breathing
wonder what it's dreaming
the house hunkers down
its window eyes
gaze upon the coming storm
crouching under a cloud
a mountain
frightened by the storm
walking upon
the meniscus of sleep
unable to dive in
& here you are
years later looking like
an out-of-focus-photo of your self
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
FALLING INTO THE PAST
the tick tick of the bike
a dog barks
letter on a Welcome mat
the midnight tick of time
the house sighs
Dad's whistle
ambushed by the smell
of honeysuckle
I fall into the Past
red barn
blue sky
a summer to last forever
Caruso 78
I listen to the scratches
like Time trying to sing along
I kiss the whorl
of a fingertip then
the all of you
your body
drifting away from me
on a tide of hurt
'I don't like the way
your eyes
touch me! '
starlings fly up
I walk upon close bitten grass
a sheep laughs
a car rusts on the beach
the roofless house
looks out to sea
the sea is sleeping
I watch it breathing
wonder what it's dreaming
the house hunkers down
its window eyes
gaze upon the coming storm
crouching under a cloud
a mountain
frightened by the storm
walking upon
the meniscus of sleep
unable to dive in
& here you are
years later looking like
an out-of-focus-photo of your self
