I like walking with no one
except my dog, who smells
the scents of prehistoric ghosts
swirling around, tired of the view,
seeking a stargate to jump,
some other dimension to haunt.
They fly in my head
transmitting ancient Mayan codes
my little brain cannot decipher.
Their messages, like tiny bubbles
burst, creating little pops that disturb
whatever's going on there.
Transformers, they are,
natural shape-shifters playing.
They launch space ships all around
like tempestuous wind swooshing upward,
announcing galactic catastrophe,
approaching real soon.
Its devastation is already showing.
Then my dog barks at air, startling
me to see all, beautiful mountain still
here, afraid of nothing.
And we walk towards it.
The photo prompt was provided to Dverse Poets by Reena Walking. Her blog, Missing Moments, displays beautiful photography as well as poetry.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets - Poetics
and to Poets United)