visions

time lapse (or, midlife crisis)

there's a flicker of movement and
BAM! suddenly you lie on your back
gazing up at storm clouds and
wondering where your lovely summer day went.
with difficulty you locate the sun
and find thin dark clouds cutting across it
like scythes. the birds dance away
and there's a flash of glory and
BAM! you are soaked to the skin with
dark rainwater and have stray leaves
stuck in your hair. i roll of thunder comes
from your right and as you turn toward
the sound you see a slash of lightning and
BAM! now you stand in a puddle of mud,
of muck, of filth. the disgust rises around
your ankles and pools in the crevices
of your heart. out of the corner of one eye
you se a shimmer of a splashing raindrop and
BAM! the field is dry grass and you
are alone. you do not know how you got here,
nor where ehre really is, and you do not
understand how your precious scenes were ripped
from you after you stayed all that time. your life
has flashed before your eyes like a single frame of
a complex movie. yet you crave to watch the movie again
and you're quite comfortable here, there's just stillness and
BAM! you remain in the field.