The Escape Poem by Allie Jones

I've been riding a fine line
Between dreamland and consciousness

I've been floating all alone
Halfway to shore

I've been losing my grip
On all things real

Time passes slowly
Like a melting clock

I've been wandering
Across this divide
Wondering not where I will end up,
But wondering what I will escape

Shapes and faces float ahead
The ever present reminder of actuality

Boats are in the distance
There's safety in them

But my grip slips further
And I can't hold on
To something that isn't truly there


(TUESDAY FEBRUARY 9,2010)