AWAKENING

It might be rain

I hear

from beyond

the drawn curtains

in this dusty

twilight,

to which I awoke

inside the

cage I locked

myself in;

apartmental dusk

that tells little -

light & time

are divorced in

the early summer,

clock on the wall

long stopped.

It might be rain

I hear,

a slow, lazy

rain began

on some lost,

unheard moment,

going on far after

I have vanished

back into the

nightmare of sleep

where the dead

in their Hadean

gloom linger;

bitter visitors

who tell what

awaits back in the cage.

It might be rain

I hear,

sound alone

telling

of the world

that exists

beyond this

little hell

I so clumsily build.

If I could

but go

and smell the air

and feel

the cold

raindrops,

breeze that I

raise in my imagination...

The new grass

and weeds

that must grow

rampant...

If I only could -

but I can't.

26.05.2020