Sonnet

Proclaim his mighty works.
That called you out of darkness.
Somewhere in my mind fear of the future lurks.
It is rainy here now, all is not unalloyed brightness.

I was day dreaming sitting in my cottage conservatory.
Suddenly I was returning here in one hundred years.
All my precious things gone with the loss of my story.
Every piece of furniture, books, photos gone with my cares.

Outside there was a blinding cloudless blue sky.
My chaotic cottage garden now filled with neat Mediterranean plants.
Everything I loved severed by times remorseless tie.
No echo of my family survived here in ghostly chants.

I walked through where there had been a door, by a stranger talking to another.
He was oblivious to me, but as I passed by, he gave a shudder.

Haiku

We pass future time
But our time leaves no shadow
We are only here