Not My Time Poem by beresford mitchell

and were you amongst them
dive bombing in the darkness of the night
was it you who’s meteor trail was visible by its own blurred fast moving light.

i wonder.

who are those hoodies moving in the shadow?

i can see the black roads
when i look ahead
i can see them dividing themselves amongst the dormant angels
in their sillouette
and i my fear i whisper
don’t push me in the shallow waters
off to the right where they creep
throw me in the deepest parts
so i can’t use my feet

here
amongst the aged old fading concrete
there is no sandy road
no grassy path
no freedom road to georgia
i am not acustomed to
violent bursts in the air
to being overwhelmed by maternal lamentations
nor to nights amongst the hermits rings
nor invisible chorus who take delight when the unknown voice sings
i know not what the fast moving sound of one foot arriving brings

are you here,
amongst these tormented beings
rising above this decaying decorative homage in
weathered flat bed
that hold the ground and descend
while madonna hopes to spread her wings
against the falling towers
amongst the ghosts of previous powers
i am alive
i think.

i am alone in this kingdom
this dark kingdom
this twilight kingdom
this kingdom of the nights dream
that host the dreams we share
of, the where are they in the hereafter
they behave as the wind behaves
and lift me
no nearer to them\but push me away
towards the sunlight
past the foreboding columns
and limpless wings
past the fading stars
and the trembling stones
and thru the open door
that remains forever closed
to the field
high above
and place me with gentility
there.