Through Those Lanes, Lost, I Wander Poem by Rani Turton

The night resembles the day: endless and refractive.
I wander, in dyslexic mode, unable to formulate
One thought into another. I have left
Analytic reasoning far, far behind. Emotions
That ebb and flow like the tide.

Through those lanes, lost, I wander.
Is it this land that is foreign or is it I?
Is it me the stranger, weary and shy?
I have tried to reason, but now there are no reason
Even to wonder why.

Throught those lanes, lost, I wander.
Was I the substance or the shadow, or was it
Just reality that eluded clouded reason? ?
I wander, wander, and now as time
Walks by my side
Shadows lengthen; and through those lanes
Life, love, pain and all that remains.

Copyright: Rani Turton