Sunday 4 March 2012

Another clunk towards final detachment

It was some sort of reunion
I recognised so many of the faces
From medical school
They exchanged hugs and laughter rang out

A group moved towards me
I looked around anxiously
And slipped across the road
Down a small alleyway

I looked down to the ground
The sand was golden and soft
And all around were minarets
Ornate doors opened
And she walked with me

Out of the corner of my eye
I saw the sand move
Lying stretched out just below the surface
His face grimacing
He moved his shoulder
Making himself more comfortable

All around the others lay still
Their orbits empty

I wondered how often that happened?
That people got buried before they died?

I woke to the sound of the plane above
It was 05:30
And I was here once more