Elusive

Flashes of the echo

of someone else’s life

strobe in the distance,

characters dancing

with their backs facing me.

I lie down in patience,

cushioning my head

on springs of rye grass

and offer my eyelids

to the sun.

Images corkscrew

into my field,

airplanes

bomb me with shadows,

and a ghost of an almost familiar melody

beckons to me

from across the river,

between our worlds,

evanescing

as I draw nearer.

Blindly, I stumble into courage,

but find myself face-down in fear.

Stealthiness gone,

I burrow deep

into the belly of my shame.

Remembering how to get lost,

I fall into the wind.

Secure in my solitude,

I embrace the fog

and escape the dance.