The Devil’s in the Detail
Between my fortune and dreaming
I am disappearing, sinking in quicksand
There is one dream that lets me know
I have escaped this fate.
I dream it over, trying to remember every detail
The house, her face,
the date on the calendar on the fridge,
circled in red my name inside.
The dream fades too soon, I wake,
the date two years from now my only hope.
I see myself inside the house
Pictures on the wall, my wife my children
I wake happy, knowing I have survived the quicksand
My last dream let me know
I should read the signs with greater care
Laura, my wife had left the calendar on the fridge
For sentimental reasons.
The new calendar hung under the clock
On the back wall
The date circled in red had marked my passing…