‘the sun is high, just shy of noon
I stand in this warmth – confused
beneath my feet, a once familiar place
is but dust and gravel.
‘All around me are the hues
of desolation, textures long buried
fray the landscape of brown and gold.
I pan the horizon, shattered
gray green tuffs plot an
unseen venue, familiar but broken.
‘From behind me a man speaks,
Only one word he utters “Look”
the sound of the syllable barren
I am compelled, commanded!
‘Stretching his arm, the owner
points to a glimmer of light.
Upon the horizons edge. It is small
and hard to see anything other than
the gritty landscape.
‘This glimmer of light, nothing
more than a reflection draws my focus.
I see it now, small but growing
against the bleakness of this
foreign landscape.
‘As it draws closer, I can not see
how it moves over such a barren
landscape. Yet is moving, closer
and now I recognize it to be a
cruise ship.
‘But how can this be, gliding over
land like it was on water?
The movement causes ripples
where the two meet!
This is not so! A ship cannot ride land
like water! And Yet
‘ the gritty uneven land did bob and weave
not unlike the ripples of a pond
The ship drew nearer and it was
a gleaming spectacle
in these hues of destruction.
‘My perplexity deepened upon
inspection of passing rows upon rows
decks and windows sealed and void.
This spectacle of white appeared lifeless
as it moved forward to an untold destination.
“Look” I turn to my left and there is blue
where there was none before. Long
jetties skimmed the surface
revealing familiar blue hues of water.
The hulk of white slipped into this cleared port
the jetties clicked to a closed
position keeping the gritty sludge at bay.
‘Once docked a bay door
pressed down to the parched earth.
A single automobile disembarked
and sped along a dusty path
to some unseen destination.
‘It was then that I awoke, my
breath shallow and my heart pumping,
I looked to my familiar bedroom, clamed by
the breaths of my partner beside me.
I slept once more and yet this dream
haunts me in its entirety.
By Cathryn E Tremain July 2012 – Dream Jan 2011
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