Of A Time Ago
Thoughts blinded
By fur and claws
Thoughts ripped into rage by the
Blade of a nonexistent dagger
Tearing through the skin like the metal
Of a cold device –
Revealing the inside,
The outside,
The view outside the window –
And rememberings of a time,
Paws of rodent and canine
And the hoofs of stag –
Not plodding softly by,
But running, running from something
Never known
And it is only a flitting wonder –
'Where am I?'
Thoughts dullened
By fur and paws
Thoughts torn to a place far away
A place it seems you never knew
A place of lit windows and
More than mouthfuls of soft pleasures
And some thrill long gone
These pale eyes recognize and
Slip away from the cold
Stone walls
Slip away from the constant snow
Falling in your mind
Numbing the dying thoughts
And it is only a flitting wonder –
'Who am I?'