Dan Verkys

As the door swings open, I escape the hot airless confines of the cell that confined me.
I breathe the air, although cooler and improved, it leaves that subtle taste of poison,
Just a trace to remind me that although free from the cell, I’m within the realm of its reach.
Via a nearby cavern I find my escape, a silver bullet that travels through time and space,
Soon fired, the bullet overcomes many obstacles on its long journey northward.

The bullet begins to slow as concrete gives way to grass, and a mountain looms in the distance,
Grey clouds become blue skies, and fields of bright yellow flowers kiss the afternoon sun,
The journey continues, I pass over green pastures, as creatures bask in the warm sun.
After clusters of dark cypress trees, the bullet slows, as it approaches a small settlement.

Within, the smiling village faces busy themselves with the final activities of their day.
Some stop to talk and laughter fills the air, children pass by rejoicing the end of a school day,
The silver bullet finally comes to rest in a leafy grove, its humming stops and its warm body cools,
I step out into a fresh fragrance, my senses awakening, as though I’m breathing for the very first time.
I am safe within my sanctuary now, surrounded by the armour of nature, and protected from all hurt.
I am delivered, I am home.

I sit as my three selves, past, present, and future,

Afloat on a wooden raft that slowly gains water,

Starry skyed, I travel a dark river, through a hazy landscape.

Future faces forward, past looks behind, while the present holds its head in its hands.

Blindfolded, the turbulent waters confuse our true direction,

We ride rough waters towards a waterfall that empties itself into a vast black void.

The immense darkness of that void is as indescribable, as it is inevitable.

© Dan Verkys 2024