Intending to get back home
As I roam in
my sleep,
I make my
way to a familiar railway station
Where, to my
consternation,
I recognise the platforms, the stairs, the
trains,
But not the names
of the destinations
So, I scan indicators
And read the
route maps,
Looking for
the reason for this mishap.
I try to see
where I went wrong.
To find the
route I wanted all along.
Perplexed I decide
to go by bus instead.
Out in the London
street
The busses are
double decked and red
The streets at
first seem the same
As those I walked
when awake
Yet they’re
somehow different
And I don’t
know which to take.
Then I think
I’ll find my way,
If I just
walk down here
Past a large
domed building
Which must
be the Albert Hall?
Or a church
or a cathedral,
But it isn’t
that at all.
Military people
stand around outside
Waiting for
a bugle call
Lost and
bewildered
I wake from
this bad dream.
To my own known reality
Where the howling
gale outside my window
Seems reassuring
to me.
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