When the Sky Hits the Ground
Somewhere between life and death
is a place where complete forgetfulness
lies waiting for the darkness to drop.
Frail and ever failing, falling
over invisible threads of time,
this cruel journey begins.
Gnarled fingers play their silent music,
feet tap their unheard rhythm,
while the future makes its final decision.
Life’s quality now in question,
it’s a place where every suggestion
is met with a frightened frown.
And this is where I found the signpost,
turning left at reason
and right at common sense.
Everything is now a mystery.
I can’t recall my family history;
its face is unfamiliar now.
And while I wait for the sky to fall,
through conscious confusion to unconscious delusion,
today, at least, I’ve remembered to forget.
Val J Chapman
A processed version this photo:
selected by Val to accompany this poem.