Dreams turn to falling rubble,
I'm awake!
Eyes wide, fight or flight?
Frozen instead.
Bright white flickers... FLASH!
Relieved... a live show at last!
Dawn glow follows and
I remember your words.
And how you have no new words... now.
So I tap the glass, in memory of you.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 6:04 PM UTC
Dreams turn to falling rubble,
I'm awake!
Eyes wide, fight or flight?
Frozen instead.
Bright white flickers... FLASH!
Relieved... a live show at last!
Dawn glow follows and
I remember your words.
And how you have no new words... now.
So I tap the glass, in memory of you.
In memory of my uncle, who was a poet and meteorological enthusiast, among many other things. He died of cancer, May 2020 during the first Covid lockdown.
I was woken from a dream, by thunder, in the first storm after his death…and it was a spectacle. And all I could think about was how he would have loved it and I wondered what his opinion would be.
I couldn't go back to sleep so I wrote this while waiting for morning.
*He wrote his poetry on his phone sometimes and he would call it “tapping the glass”.