Alone, I walked the
empty halls – stopped by a view
of the cold grey sea.
And I found friends inside, and
people flowed in in swelling tides with
voices as warm as summer.
I might know what such
days can be, if I let them
rise to memory.
In the heavy dark,
fractals flux and scintillate,
Time disperses, light floods in,
lands drift past, voices resonate, and
warmth cascades and fills all space.
I float, gently on.
Blackness crumbles in the past,
enveloped in ice.
darken behind the park’s trees
and their golden leaves.
Model yachts broach, dogs yelp, hats
blow off and people chase them laughing
in the wind, voices sparkling.
Sudden gust, raindrops,
people scatter smiling with
blurred, watery eyes.
Note: This poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Bubble, World’ (Menu, Poems, ‘Bubble World’) 🙂