Crashing waves and sparkling brooks
abound beyond, crossing into valleys,
flowers shaded like plums in the night.
Willows erupt towards the sky, wood bursting upwards
as their vines droop towards the salty earth.
Chitters and cackles of long-gone life echo;
did I imagine it?
no, there’s the low croon of the mourning dove
and the undulating laugh of the chickadee
somewhere in the tangled trees.
sun beating down like a bat, swathing the land
in a mythical golden brilliance
weaving into my brain
linking inexplicably to the chitters
the cackles
the willows
before me.
light beating
birds howling
waves resounding
thoughts clearing
Then I open my eyes
and am banished to the reality
of silent, moon-swept streets.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
Crashing waves and sparkling brooks
abound beyond, crossing into valleys,
flowers shaded like plums in the night.
Willows erupt towards the sky, wood bursting upwards
as their vines droop towards the salty earth.
Chitters and cackles of long-gone life echo;
did I imagine it?
no, there’s the low croon of the mourning dove
and the undulating laugh of the chickadee
somewhere in the tangled trees.
sun beating down like a bat, swathing the land
in a mythical golden brilliance
weaving into my brain
linking inexplicably to the chitters
the cackles
the willows
before me.
light beating
birds howling
waves resounding
thoughts clearing
Then I open my eyes
and am banished to the reality
of silent, moon-swept streets.
I've lost track of the number of times that I've been lost in my own imagination, escaping into some other world or story to offset the difficulty of real life. Physical representation of when imagination meets the weight of reality.
