Free Of The Past Poem by Paul Reed

The sun shone through slitted windows
A snail settled on a speck of dust
Everything ordinary returned from nowhere
A sense of ease rested over us

Sheep grazed somewhere on a hillside
The roads were filled with silent cars
The town hall bells pealed one o’clock
There was a broken tulip in a vase

The smile that says I am free of the past
Ironed clothes in a neat stack
The realisation slowly dawns
That the good times are back