Just Around the Corner

slumbering soundly like
battened down shutters during
wind driven summer downpour.
conscious mind furrowing through grey foggy matter,
rallying for self awareness.
becoming half awake like
a storm slowly subsiding after colossal display,
only to find myself stumbling into another world,
another time and place.
the new dazzling world appearing as
a precious gem filtering the yellowish sunlight, where
no war, no crime, no sickness and no hunger exist.
engaging cities like castles in the air,
architecture arching as though mounted
on wings of stallions
giving chase to the grey sky overhead.
two suns shine over the cities,
the reddish star as close and
menacing as death, and the yellowish star like
a bucket of wet paint
waiting to spill over.
no sounds of pitter patter feet, just stone silent; the
world cold and metallic grey like
a gloomy graveyard.
no children and no crying, nothing. the race absent
through time and mechanized for over millennia.
waking with a start
apprehending only a dream,
went to my grey-yellowish computer console to start writing,
suddenly realizing the mechanization is coming
full circle, closing in on our world, our race…
Arresting my thoughts, the mirthful
gurgling and laughing of our child in the adjacent room
then only silence like the quietness after
a storm filling the night sky.

Steven Jacobson was born and raised in the Midwest. He has attended multiple classes from the Loft Literary Center, promoting all levels of creative writing. His goal is to write a second book, the first book called "Spiritual Gait" was published in 2014.

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