Sunday, October 2, 2011

In Perception

The small orange sticker
on the wall of the office
I am visiting
says "Perceptual".
Which gets me thinking
about the time it snowed
and it seemed to make
a theatre of our street.
As if the world was limited
to just this strip of asphalt.
The  intricate
stories and sagas of
the neighbours would become
the play which would fill that space.
I also remembered that dream
where the baby had eyes
full of blood
and it was my fault,
and then it wasn't.
How I felt very differently
about the story when
hearing of the stupid thing
that the father had done.
Because I wasn't him anymore.
But I still took great pains
to tell the other
characters that
"I would never do that"
while silently asking myself
"Would I?"

With thanks to my Mum for advice on the, now missing, last stanza.

7 comments:

merc said...

This is strong.

Hamish said...

Thanks merc, I really appreciate that

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

It is strong. I've had it up for more than a day, trying to think of what to say.

Stop making me think, A.K, it hurts!
~

Hamish Mack said...

Sorry Thunder. Kittehs from now on

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Excellent write Hamish.

I love the way our minds fill in gaps, create the theatres you descibe and the confusing strange dreams (how did I think that!)that we try to make sense of.

Anna :o]

Ladydedlok said...

I like the bit about the snow making a theatre of the street. Very nice, Hamish.

Hamish Mack said...

Thanks Ladydedlok. We don't get snow here, usually and it was memorable afternoon. I went out and looked up and down the street and it really felt like an enclosed world.

Site Meter