and the clock strikes – Prose on day to day

morning filters through dancing curtains
eye lids flutter open, squinting at the sun
a new day, another has begun
rituals performed subconsciously
early morning till darkness falls
grabbing minutes from the clock
tasks needing to perform

traffic lights, idling engine
tapping fingers on the wheel
music keeping calm through
weaving cars and rage
brains not engaged
momentary blankness
remembering last; the locking of the door
seat belt click, now destination reached
dreamtime; with no eyes closed

from (a) to (b) no second thoughts
chores, steps of every day
mundane for the most part
like watching grass grow
(im)personal
we may question as we do
is this what life is all about
a vacuum something surely missed

so from time to time
when given the chance
catch sunshine in your hands
watch eagles soar
listen to the ocean
stand in rain
remember where you are
this life but once
not a dress rehearsal
embrace your moments
like I know you can

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I am not gloomy or down in the dumps when writing this – I thought I would add this note as I don’t want my readers thinking otherwise 🙂

Of real things

Eyes fluttered open for a second no more than
then slowly closed, for I did not want the real world
just yet
golden sun penetrated the glass like a velvet glove
reaching out for my face
 it drifted under my eye lids whispering
get up..get up
today is a new day
bed covers abandoned
to rise from my berth to which I was anchored
stumbling towards the sun rubbing brow
was I sleep walking
pushing the latch wide open
my eyes unaccustomed to the light
surely tricks were being played
 before me a majestic eagle
wings unfurled it turned,  blinked, beckoned me
I climbed upon his back gathering my arms softly
around his feathered neck his wings sweeping the ether
today is a new day
we soared high into the morning sky my eagle and I
effortless flight
glossy flaxen sun throwing light on
mountain peaks, craggy rocks
green valleys below
I nestled close, we travelled together
ascending above clouds
that seemed to dance in the wind
like musical notes upon a sheet

we rose into the heavens

we plunged and glided on currents of air
the world undisturbed unsheltered beneath us
my eyes closed I felt his heart beat with my hands
was I sleep walking
my eagle returned, he had shown me his world
with tired wings outstretched I alighted
my eyes spoke my thank you not with words
through the window I climbed
my body warmed by the sun
my cheeks aglow from the breeze
he flew away my eagle
I awoke
hugging my feather pillow
was I sleep walking?