Standing in the dusty light waiting
Confused
Debating the purpose of the circus to come
‘Bring them in’ a gravelly voice strains
An insane clown posse shuffles through the door
Oh my god, it can’t be
Erm, what’s the deal officer?
What is the meaning of all this?
These faces
Intimately known
Infinitely bound
One by one, the visages raise their gazes
Mirages of stories told and left unsaid
Shackled in time
Wracking my mind, I recall them one by one
The gravelly voice rises once more
Well?!
Who was the villain?
Who broke the camel’s back?
I was dumbfounded
‘Erm, officer what do I make of this parade?
Seriously, what is this charade all about?’
Without stuttering he repeats the question
Who is the villain?
Now, I feel them
Eyes on me
All eyes on me
Questioning gazes
Searching gazes that cannot find me
Amused, bemused, indifferent even
I can’t bring myself to meet them
Eyes, I’d once greeted with an embrace
Faces, I thought once mine
I turn away
Breathing deep, the gravity of it all
Perturbed, by the brevity of this farcical situation
I honour their gazes
One by one
I meet their eyes with no challenge and no pain
‘Officer‘
Turning to the gravelly voice I confess,
‘This mess has no villain nor victim
I say, convict them
They say, convict him
Villains to me
Or I to them
Officer this dualism does not suffice
So let’s not sacrifice a soul for a soul
A what for a why
An eye for an eye
Intentions lost, in unintentional damage
Imaginary friends, faded into memory
Let them go officer
A one way mirror, is not befitting of a glass house’
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The foolish bird
A swan sought to fly to a new lake
Biding his time for the journey would be long
Alone he had the whole lake to replenish his strength and prepare
One misty morning – reflecting the dreams in his eyes – he felt something
The irresistible urge to fly came like a swell and with two swift beats of his majestic wings he rose
The swan puffed hard, eyes fixed on the light on the horizon
Each beat lifted him gradually higher until he was clear of the cold water below
He rose higher and higher
An irrepressible feeling of ambition and ecstasy held him aloft
Shimmers of distant waters wetted his eyes and his appetite for adventure
And so he soared
Yet something was amiss
His light chest felt heavier
His deep breaths felt short
Looking left and right he now felt the weight of his wings
Their powerful majesty was now a burden
His bright white chest though strong could not bear the pressure
He began to fall
And fall he did
The distant inkblot of his old lake, swallowed the skyline
Like falling into the eye of a marble, he was soon surrounded by his old acquaintance
With a graceless splash he hit the water
Gasping as his breathless heavy chest rested against the cold water he prematurely bid farewell to
The swan spent so long strengthening his chest to beat those mighty feathered oars through the oceans of the sky,
that he forgot to stop and realise his mistake
His chest was already heavy
The stagnant smell of the lake filled his senses once more
Each breath shallower than the last
His fallen wings lapped against the water
And his heavy chest sunk further into the cold
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