Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

might

screeching.
sun scries through the windows and people step in.
tourists in their own city
ask if this way marks the way to the centre.
this route, ne’er trodden,
we do not know.

feeeet clatter slower today
and with
less stressed steps.

we have
come to revel in the week’s end,
celebrating its coming with whoops, cheers
and dizzying biers
and mourning its passing
late of a sore sunday eve,
laying in wait of what
the next five might bring.

and today’s serving,
bugged, pilled and spilled
out under the wrong name
of a seated sat day, at the table,
eating into hours
under a scared glance at the date.

needs must.

the reflection in wispy
grey melts at the edges.
succumbs a little.
and hides.

lashes flicker to flutter
bright eyes close against the sun
suffering screen burn.

bright eyes still wonder, still dream.
still wonder
if
the words might ever surface again.

Do you run when you walk? Or do you walk when you fly?

Hurray for Absolutely Miles Away.

I also see a reflection. Nice to hear from you.

I wonder the same thing. xx

andophiroxia: generally none, just sit confusedly…

Drodbar: thank you.

Dionysios: and you, too! glad to see you writing, too.

Lillipilli: we must hope that one day, words will return.