The cursor flashes
I’m not sure which way my words will go
will they flow out of me and spring to life the root of my pain
or will they cause me sorrow as they reflect back more of the same?
Will my words rescue me from the abyss of sky
white grey and strong
a million miles long
empty tall ghostly trees sway back and forth
winter’s barren song
I’m at a crossroads of a million paths
the dimensions of life, like layers in a room full of mirrors
splintered, which image to trust?
illusions multiply as far as my eye can see
My hands are wrinkled, an aging shell of me
I want to run
break through the horizon
to a time long ago
is it possible though?
If I could go back to anytime in my life, where would I go?
the echo in the mirrored room is playing my show
I would go back to the dinner table on Siesta Key
and try to save my parent’s marriage.
Palm fronds sway in the sticky Siesta night,
the jasmine is fragrant along the silent street.
Crickets chirp, alive with humid sounds,
Memories are here to keep me safe and sound.