Pitter patter pitter patter
little steps getting louder,
getting closer.
Peace is slipping
eyes closing
fist clenching
air escaping my lungs
as I sigh
brace
prepare
open my eyes and stare.

I wait for the scream
blank
calm
serene
gone somewhere in my mind
not ready to come back just yet.

I was on my way deep.
On my way to finding
discovering
remembering.
I was not ready to return
but reality gives no damns

How can I dig up

uncover

create

when the present pulls me back relentlessly,
needy like a child
demanding attention.

I find a smile.
I am here to serve
but my being craves to be
not to do and do.
So much life passes through.
My active brain oscillates.
My body begs to assimilate;
to let go
to be slow
to ease into life and live it
not survive it.

My hand reaches,
grabs hold
to the back of the train as I’m pulled;
pulled to my next stop
where the next train is leaving.

Oh! but here is the sun peaking through
rising
calling
stalling the clock
Louring me into an escape.
But reality gives no damns
I am off again.
Rain cheque.