Reality

 

Reality is a sidewalk - flat concrete blocks with sharp edges
if lucky, you fall into the cracks
the Unreality of love - endless void of bliss, the dark secrets of
a kiss
numbed descent far below the mortar we patch our lives with to
maintain
a smooth surface
hidden below and between the hardened, brittle plates as they heave
centimeters at a time
glaciers of time and space
mean, dry sounds of ice splitting, breaking free, crashing together
obliterating all spaces in between
a new Reality
deceptively immutable, calm fascade, but
the price of change
a buckle in the sidewalk