Twilight Zone 
 
Blue skies taunt me from all sides,
a dome overhead that threatens
to enclose me in a bubble,
inescapable
and untouchable.
Clouds drift by, waving,
jeering down at me with their
can’t catch me grins

If I close one eye and reach up,
I feel like I might just wrap
my fingers in all their glory —
if I close the other
they simply disappear

My mind is a whirlwind
spinning out of control
and I feel the ache in my loins
like the ebb and flow of the tides
pulled by the moon
as I sit here praying for blood
to wash me clean
before the wind carries me
into the twilight zone



 

may 2011 
Janet Reid