A Little Less Bright Now

-Silence… … (Everywhere) Colours are not colours today Only dark shadows appear Like a veil of grey being drawn over the world A dark day is today- (READ SLOW) I arrive at the house of the bearded man Admittedly, he and I are not the best of friends But today I must visit him I must! I push the wooden doors forward They are thick and heavy I use two hands The day is wet The wood is damp. My thin black sole hits the marble floor Like a perfect ice cube It is cold and smooth. My feet move one in front of the other I am walking (I don’t know how) Empty The building and I Echoing footsteps Echoing breath A forest of pews lay before me Brown, old and cracked It is a long walk But I reach the end of the forest And I sit I am uncomfortable I am alone I stare at a long box in front of me A box with chrome handles on the side It is not like a box you get at Christmas or on your birthday Such boxes are filled with surprises But not this box No – not this box In minutes the box vanishes into blue velvet curtains I watch as it disappears It is gone The box is gone You are gone…