Drifting Away

A sea smell drifts across the street, into my room, and I am called towards the waves.
Drifting along with my favourite thongs and my togs, off I float away.
The sea sounds sing a song of waves, boats, humans, and the thrill of another day.
Dipping a toe, then a foot, then my whole I am lost in amongst waves.

A Hole in the Brick Wall

Walking towards work; dreaming about being rich, staying in bed, champers for breakfast, bending our legs together, and trying out the waffle maker.

Reality floods back and I realise my skirt is too tight; the Covid Spread, like a Biscoff addiction, gone wrong, has me in its hold.

Walking down the ally towards the office, noticing the Passion Pop bottles placed randomly near the old broken door, and feeling university nostalgia coming on like an awkward chance meeting.

Turning back, I see the brick wall, and a door leading to more bricks, pipes, a hidy hole for one. A cat passes over there looking for food in the bins, and I feel sad; humans shit me sometimes.

Standing in an ally, hoping no cars come by to take me from my thoughts, and staring into the magical Dandewrong wall portal, hoping it will take me to another dimension; away from the grind.

Nothing happens. It is a hole in the wall, and nothing more. Then I look again and think this is only a reminder of the crumbling history we once knew. Crumbling history before our eyes, as this place becomes something else.

Brokenness

Brokenness,
bleeding from files stacked battered,
bruised and
banded together with six-minute increments.

Blossoming,
beautiful flowers blooming from outside;
bright and
benign, together they beckon and call to me.

Brokenness,
bleeding scent from the battered files,
burning and
blowing away from my desk on the wind.

Our Home

Flying to no man’s land,
we fly along an endless road,
flying towards another place.

Fear of the world around us,
we fear what humans don’t understand;
fear of another death too soon.

Flowing water reminds us of the sea,
we fly towards our only home;
flowing seawater, a lighthouse, quiet.

Free to feel to no fear,
we fly no more as our home is found;
free to be vampires once more.