Lucid Waking
The street-lights were on,
like the eyes of cats,
yellow night-globes
watching me pass;
this was at mid-day,
outside the hospital.
Fear is a door ajar
where you can get out;
it is painted with an open
scene: trees and sky,
a line of cars passing,
head-lights on,
heading for the dark—
Once it’s closed
it can never be found…
Lines by David B. Churchill from Lucid Waking
and photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash
The street-lights were on,
like the eyes of cats,
yellow night-globes
watching me pass;
this was at mid-day,
outside the hospital.
Fear is a door ajar
where you can get out;
it is painted with an open
scene: trees and sky,
a line of cars passing,
head-lights on,
heading for the dark—
Once it’s closed
it can never be found…
Lines by David B. Churchill from Lucid Waking
and photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash
