In parallel universes,
Everything happens.
But in this universe,
Everything else only waits
Say you stopped in your tracks,
This very instant.
And the whole world
Around you followed suit.
Except that you could turn around,
See your footsteps
Leading up to you,
Something no one else could.
A dark abyss behind my eyes,
No way to know, where am I?
No glimmer of light ahead
The moon at my back
Leading into the night.
A poem, without a name
Or a name for want of poem.
Which one a greater problem?
The air is alive
But only when it becomes wind.
Cool breeze and tornado,
All around, hovering.
Follow the music, follow the sounds,
Through forest foliage, thick and thin.
Follow it in the woods, down to
A clearing, secluded, unknown.
We sing, we dance,
To our own special beat.
We laugh, we cry,
Drumming with our feet.
Awake in the daytime,
Don’t look for it,
It’s there.
No reason to contemplate
It’s purpose, it’s existence,
You just know, acceptance.
What if you could see each step you’ve taken,
Highlighted upon the ground?
Listen to the scratching of pencil on paper.
Abibliophobia Extinguished 