Everyone Was Swaying Like Trees

Is it normal

For the sky to be pale orange,

And the wind to blow

So roughly

As to shake my car?

 

All I knew was I was meeting my sister.

The whole day had been strange

And then out of nowhere

People were popping up-

Talking to me as if it were three years ago.

 

Still there was this feeling

And I recall this scent

That I couldn't help but smell and smell,

Like perhaps there were flowers

In everyone's pockets.

 

I had been telling a story

That I never finished;

I forgot who I was talking to.

I forgot that I had gotten a traffic ticket,

And it was the day everyone was supposed

To set their clocks back.

My sister was waiting,

And it was so windy that

Everyone was swaying

Like trees,

That was when we saw each other.

Reviews

[Bowers]

this is a great write, I love the story behind it, it is a very touching, beautiful piece... sort of sad, but... wonderful in its own way...
"I had been telling a story
That I never finished"...
such a great choice of words.. nicely done!