I originally called this piece “Reality Questioned”, however that seemed rather a cliché. Our reality is being changed for us: Some say the result of our meddling with Nature and disturbing the environment of animals, but I believe it is much more than that. We are fearing the tiniest or floating particles in the air, yes, but we are also being forced to change the very everyday aspect of our lives… and are seeing things through new eyes.
I woke this morning on a breath
That came from somewhere unknown.
The room became lit with opal light
Threatening my sense of presence.
The window view was Winter-bleak and wet,
void of so much green; untidy too.
Pareidolia was everywhere,
In shadows, bushes, holly trees.
Life seemed to have completely changed.
(Strange thoughts are not uncommon
At my stage of life and living.)
Much solidarity is being stripped –
Like the leaves off the trees –
And all about is uncertainty,
Unsound ground, new disorder –
Why, even death is in the air!
Yet I am not with despair,
Insanity, or mental ‘fracticality’,
Or loss of my essential core.
The season of good cheer is here
In my World of changeability,
Covid, and fragmenting democracy.
Only my soulmate will raise a glass
Over a vegetarian Christmas pie.
And there will be a tear in my eye
For all the scenes that are banked
In the mystic ‘ecstatic’ records.
There’ll be none other to share a toast
Within the range of my physicality.
These others, and the whole outer world –
Beyond my glassy auric armour –
Could all be imaginary,
souls and manifestations
I watch within my camera obscura,
Whilst I am occultly seated
In some mighty directorial chair,
Painting a suppositious scene
that seems suddenly…