Hoodwinked

blindfolded he came close to the edge of the cliff that he was sure of because vertigo taunted him decision time sprung open like a grandfather watch on his knees he felt the spray of a thunderous sea swirling foam covered his soaked quest for direction but all side of escape seemed to be covered in spindrift the journey so far had been kind yet now he was helpless a flock of puffins shouted ‘move at your perilous fancy’ they mocked the traveller now for past transgressions ‘if only I had taken a different route’ he roared in despair ‘should have stayed closer to the confines of my home’ he regretted that he exposed himself for adventure he nestled the silver chain that suspended the time piece prayer beads on his lost mind and clouds with no lining puppet strings attached to every conceivable move one wrong step and he would free fall and instantly crash shatter into reckoning under the impact of judgement join the underworld without reprieve and atonement a beacon of meaning in waiting he felt thorns of wild gorse it smelled like coconut sun lotion on a beach of no return maybe he could hold on to the scratched withering soil in the thicket of memories and tribulations he was not aware that his corrosion had positioned him on a stacked rock surrounded by the ocean beyond measure of safety he listened to the ticking time bomb in his scorched hand resolved to accept the verdict with no leave to appeal surrender and throw caution to an all knowing wind just then a tornado lifted him up into a sky full of pressure defied gravity as an appropriate response to lost choices wondered whether he joined seagulls or the call of a dolphin eternity transcendence and levitation ensued in split seconds of fragmented solutions of high waters and heavenly respite maybe he had lived his whole life for this moment of bliss turbulence and commotion tore away the camouflaged mask revealed his true persona as feet touched the very same spot sleepwalking had taught him another lesson of letting go 19th May 2020