Florence

You're not supposed to be here

a visitor who has arrived too soon

you notice the uneasiness of the hostess

who lets you proceed as if normal

 

but the heaviness in your stomach

and dryness in your mouth is unmistakable

wishing you had a different traveling companion

with the scenery being the same

but the colors brighter

noises softer

edges smoother

 

Your feet feel the street

while your mind is a kite in full flight

barely missing the tree branches

far from its puppeteer

 

around each corner

of these maze like streets

you catch glimpses of another self

 

This is the person who belongs here

 

they are sipping coffee in a quiant cafe

sitting just beyond the glass window

 

or holding a handsome hand

glasses clanging, warm light

laughter, ease

 

vision becomes sharper

other self comes again into focus

they're walking alongside you

 

You're fingers stretch out to pierce this membrane

But an entrance is nonexistent

 

you are here

 

your jaw tightens

eyes swell, vision blurs

taking in the beauty

of this city

Reviews

[Justaguy]

I recently watched a science show about something like this. Amazing how close you came to what some people actually believe. Although, I don't think the science end was where you are going. A moving write!

[MissKayP]

That's cool. Some people believe in parallel universes? Sounds interesting. Thanks for reading/comments! :)

[Justaguy]

It was. Not sure if I buy into it or not, but I watch all the shows on that stuff I can find. I like the way your writing intersected with them.