Time quickens, then slows
Over and over it goes
A shutter flashes and I’m standing on a shore
There’s no wind, no breezy blow
Not a ripple to be seen on the silent sea
The stillness feels stifling
Yet the monochromatic clouds seem hurried
as they fly across the sky.
Reminiscent of a dream
Another flicker and I’m sitting under tree
High upon a hill; there’s a town below in this scene
Lights are on, songs are being sung
Yet I remain rooted. Everything muted.
I blink. Now, I’m lying in a bed.
There’s no panic, no dread.
The walls are bare but for a lone unoccupied chair.
I close my eyes one final time
I’m standing upon another shore
Now the waves ebb and flow
The clouds overhead have slowed
I carry onward.
Stopping briefly, I turn and see countless footsteps behind me