I woke in the middle of the night thinking:
“There are mad twists to this mystery!”
In the night sky above, I could see Venus
chasing the moon like an eager spermatozoa
speeding towards a fertile egg, but of course
that was merely my eccentricity at play.
Somewhere in the distance, I thought I heard
the inner gears of the planet grinding along
like a machine in need of a new lubricant.
It was just the bedroom fan, but even so . . .
Since it seemed as though I would not be able
to fall back to sleep just yet, I tip-toed down
to my office and turned on the device.
In the news, there was the usual bombing event,
coupled with angry words exchanged, followed by
fearful warnings and suggestions to remain calm.
The cognitive dissonance left me feeling sleepy,
so I slunk back to bed, convinced that, indeed,
there are mad twists to this mystery.
As I lay there, I thought about my old dog,
and the wonderful walks we used to take.
That was the last thing I remembered until
wakened afresh by the brightening day.
Many years had passed, centuries
of deep and dreamless sleep.
Everything was different now,
everything had changed.
There were no longer any devices,
and apparently no more news.
My old dog, somehow young again,
was smiling, standing in the light.
He wagged his tail as if to say,
“Let’s go out and play!”