~~ Nausea ~~

Rolling and tossing…endless undulation
Rising and falling…with waves up and down
Listing and dipping…like corks in a river
Spinning, my head…wonders if I will drown

Bobbing I’m bouncing…in rhythmic cadence
Rocking and swaying…till my stomach churns
Endless in movement…no longer in balance
Sights flowing one way…and then each scene turns

Reaching dry land…blessed ‘terra firma’
I try to stand, but…my legs don’t comply
Gravity rules…as I fall on my backside
Lying in motion…I watch clouds sail by.

Alone…cold…and silent
…a park bench is waiting
Left over from another time and space
…called winter

No one left to take a seat
…or clear away the snow
Days…Weeks…Years…time just passed away
…and people disappeared

Caught within a time warp
…the bench stands all alone
As people spend hot summer months
…dreaming of cooler times

From my window I see the moon
veiled not in a single cloud…
haughtily looking down on me
from a lofty position of fullness,
piercing the night with light,
searching for one like me
as if to expose my thoughts
…and innermost secrets.

Mighty orb of false light,
only taking from the sun
and claiming light as its own.
I am like the moon, reflecting only what I receive…
thoughts…feelings…memories,
experiences of others…which I call my own.

Is there no light from within?
Am I only a reflection?
Can I not exist alone?
Without others am I dark…and barren?
Must I live only at the mercy of others?
…Am I that lonely moon?

Lines of time again will merge
…and people reappear
Taking time to sit once more
…on a bench that was always there…