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?'