Something in Between

Marching up the street on a sunny day.
Along the mercury mirror, Long Island Sound.
Even though this was the neighborhood of my youth.
There wasn’t even a single solitary sole around.

To say that this was peculiar, wouldn’t be what I mean.
A Déjà vu, a premonition, a flashback, or something in between.

Walking out in a field where a house stands today.
There was nothing but tall grass and blue water before me.
Looking up in the sky, I saw Sasquatch amongst the clouds.
But that was nothing unusual in this story.


On the edge of a cliff overlooking the water.
I saw the biggest jet I`d ever seen flying in slow motion.
And it crashed into the sea in perfect silence.
And I turned and walked away without the slightest hint of emotion.