I had this dream
I returned back to the place where we all started,
Before words were uttered
before eye contact was made
It was like time travel
except everyone spoke gibberish,
a rare mixture between pidgin English and
sign language,
You are calling my name but no words
come out except
xylophone melodies,
tinkling images of glass breaking,
I can slow down the sound of glass as it hits the ground,
and I am brought back to a place where
I am seven again,
Mom and Dad are orchestrating a musical in 2 parts,
Fingers and arms shoot out lightening bolts,
It is a remake of Clash of the Titans-
two gods struggling for control,
The second part is
us kids-mortals caught in the cross fire
seeking shelter from a shower of glass dishes flying across the kitchen,
I know you are calling my name
This is what I associate glass breaking with.
