Aftermath

Poem submitted by Simon McKeown

My dreams that ruin my sleep

Are memories in the day.

Anxiety grows with each minute

Gained on my alarm clock.

Today is the day.

Time, my time,

Will zoom along today.

Before too long, the walk I walk

Will seem like forty seconds

Instead of as many minutes.

Today.

This day

Of facing,

Of debriefing,

Of reality bite and deep-felt sorrow.

This day I start with a hard-bop tuba

Zooming along.

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