Reality’s Umbrella


Meeting at corners I offer blue lined shelter
We try on coalesced comfort like an old familiar coat
Down the ice washed block silences resign into words until
Thunder strikes
In one instant we are fused backwards in its chords,
watching what could have been play obstinately
in eyes with no reference to reality's cruel frame
The archway above shivers as it tries to keep the world at bay
The moment brakes as dialog rejoins with the present,
too reminiscing of the rain
Chilled and slow
Under umbrellas the hopeless make leaps to hinder logic
as the wool at my throat scratches
and drops of sensation bring up goose flesh
as a reminder of what is simply
Real for now

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Spaces become sacred when emotions alter reality. For a moment the stage is set with perfectory but often goes unrecognized. Becoming aware of these fleeting transformations ignites inspiration. Erin Bassett has been published in Indigo Rising as well as published a chap book Napkins Poems. She lives in the cultural distinct of Fort Worth, TX