after lunch, and chores, and grandmother has
gone to bed for her afternoon lap;
i go back out
[ step, step, step
down the front porch
steps ]
wrapped in a blanket.
the yarn is falling out; it is so, so,
old.
i go to the road of dirt and sand
(mostly sand)
that nobody uses, except grandmother and i;
and i drop the blanket, and watch it float to the ground.
i lie down on it; and i close my eyes
to block out the glare of the sun.
for a while i listen.
the wind sings secrets through the tall grasses,
and the ocean beats a rhythmic, humming bass
that sounds like a million glass fragments
raining down from the sky, all at once.
in the darkness beneath my closed eyelids
i see a road of a different sort,
opening
to
sleep
dream
oblivion.
YOU ARE READING
Rhapsody
Short StoryA shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.
