Back There

Back There

I remember somewhere
back there, behind the trees
on the other side of the glass
and the smoke
and mirrors,
somewhere there,
I had time.

It was a world with slightly less bullsh*t
and slightly more laughter
and it’s like a dream, sometimes,
reaching out to grasp light-borne phantasms
and watching flesh and wood fade away
into dry mist
and nothingness.

I’m not there
anymore

But I remember it, sometimes
between meetings
or sitting, eyes closed against the flickering lights
between moments of insanity and incredulity;
the soft sounds of the river
the breezes in the leaves
and natural, unfiltered
sunlight.

It was good.

-Joshua Overgaard