A Night In The Middle Of A Night
you are allowed to bring two items with you
and then you’ll leave forever
we’ll be back, that’s all they said before they left
night was underway, things were always underway
nothing seemed to start or end
every time was in the middle
but this night was pretty
when I found myself already there
looking up at a lightshow sky
the outside, my only companion
when movement emerged between the points
of far off pinpricks and patterns
then colour began and shapes shorty after
as the swirls and spirals drew closer
I don’t know exactly when the blackness
changed fully to tessellates of neon-like blocks
but amidst my threatening tremble
one landed too closely
it was all a bit too beautiful and mouth-dropping
even after all this time, a part of me is expecting
them to return as promised
even though I’m awake now
but so vivid was that night
I often wonder what two items I should choose
just in case
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2024
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