Drifting Through Time
A veil of mist blankets the river, slowly drifting over its banks as the moon ghosts silently
behind thin dark clouds. A frog croaks and after awhile a cricket answers. A soft ker-plunk
echoes across the water as something breaks the surface for a split second, than vanishes
into its murky depths. And far away a mid night bird cries out to the darkness. Than all is
still. High above the river I sit naked in a hot tub, a disembodied head floating silently on
top of black steaming waters. My head is leaned back. My eyes closed as beads of sweat
run down my face. My ears are open though, as sound fills them, mixes with thought and
takes me to far away places. Places that perhaps only exist in dreams. The pool,
illuminated by dark blue lights, reflect off the steam rising up, casting an eerie glow and
dancing shadows about the night. It is a Saturday night and I’m alone trapped in paradises
prison. Alone in a town that is known for its elderly. A town buried amidst the lagoons of
Florida. But for awhile my mind is free to wonder. And it does, over forests and endless
deserts , over oceans and mountains, rivers and canyons. Drifting through time like a H. G.
Wells machine. From past to present to future and back again, in a blink. Through
cultures and civilizations. Hovering over cities with names so ancient and alive they stir up
your very being. Cities like Shanghai, Bombay, Casablanca, Istanbul, Athens, and Paris.
Cities with so much history locked into one name. Then there are cities that are myths that
may or may not have been alive yet the name is a wonder to behold, like Alantis and El
Dorado. But time wears them away to nothing. A rock wiped away by wind. Cities that had
once been so alive now empty shells of their former glory. Slowly my mind is pulled back
into reality. The time is late, and the new day awaits. Dripping I regretfully clamber out of
the hot tub swirl a towel around my bare skin and head for the bed where unimaginable
worlds and stories will play out as I sleep.
Copyright © Jeremy Moore | Year Posted 2011
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