So That Was That, After All. |
That was That By: Doug Gealy I was walking down an open path just outside the city Far enough to see the tall buildings reach for atmosphere Far enough not to hear them moan I was walking down an open path just outside the city Whistling in harmony to a beautiful score written by mother-nature herself A song sang aloud by every color of bird The blue jay’s blue The cardinal’s red The pigeon’s white as the melting snow The humming birds slow to flap and hum in rhythm The sparrows spare their prey this day The hawks and eagles do the same Even the Owls remain awake to participate What a wonderful day What a wonderful chorus What a warm spring day to be blessed with in an otherwise frigid winter I was walking down an open path just outside the city Far enough to see the tall buildings reach for atmosphere Far enough not to hear them moan I was walking down an open path just outside the city Whistling in harmony to a beautiful score written by mother-nature herself I was walking down an open path just outside the city Until I wasn’t Where I wasn’t was certain Where I was, unknown My feet stuck to what I could only assume to be the ground There is no sky in a place like this I was so shocked So abruptly misplaced I found myself breathing through my ears My eyes fell to darkness While a slideshow of past, forgotten, and vaguely familiar images, Play rapidly In a vivid display of dreamscape The far away worlds once ventured Flash within my hostage mind I am awake At least, I think I am If I could speak I would certainly ask to be pinched or punched, but I couldn’t So I didn’t So that was that For now For then I couldn’t I didn’t I can’t and I won’t Neither here nor there understand, this unknown circumstance So that was, is, and always will be that And this will always remember that But that is this and this is that A rumor of mystery locked away in secrecy What ever that may be So that was that As the world returned to me I remember that….that something wonderful had returned to me Wiping my mouth with my hands as if to brush away a crumb I sing I hum Walking down an open path just outside the city Far enough to see the tall buildings reach for atmosphere Far enough not to hear them moan Smiling warmly thinking, “So that was that” Not thinking once or twice, about what “that” may mean to me So after all of that, that was that after all |