Me And Time

I want to keep

all memories flashed in the middle of doing something else.

They should guide me

not the ones shouting their rights

in the blast of daylight.

Waiting for someone who won’t arrive.

But then, something else appears instead.

Scratching the dog's back

while he offers you a paw.

A few days later, someone tried to get rid of him.

My dad, without a word.

The next day, the dog came back.

He ran straight into my arms

walking proudly down his street.

Unafraid, my hero in a white cape.

*

Next, a second flash arrives

erasing the initial memory into dust.

We're wiser now; no one can deceive us.

Everyone acts as if nothing occurred.

I was both present and absent

observing the instinctive boundary pushes.

Nothing felt right, and though things seemed bleak,

I felt a strange triumph, knowing I was true.

Someone was wrong, and we couldn't speak.

Important words lost; danger imbued.

Someone had rallied others, twisted facts.

I don't care; the truth will soon purify

all tight minds.

When everything is clear, in perfect acts,

and no false accusations seal the fate at dawn.

*

Suspended between now and then,

I steel myself for the last act

gathering fragmented memories, kaleidoscopic,

permanently etched within my mind.

I toil relentlessly during harvest;

time is my sole companion.

We struggle across the land, scorched by heat,

unbound, trapped in an infernal cycle.

We're two prisoners on the road.

Lonely travellers on the right path.

We don't ask for much, just a few coins and words,

keeping them close to our hearts.

Someday we'll tell you everything

and it will all be worthwhile.

We gather our things,

and walk towards the sun.

Our past shrinks to a cloud in the sky,

and when it rains, it's gone.

All the hard lines,

become so easy to write.

Light as a feather, harmless,

no locusts to bring us down.

Only kind words will spread,

informing those who need to know.

This is all there is.