Grasslands

After years today
My heart wells up
feeling a new emotion
One that I have never felt before.
But like all the previous times
that i have felt something move
like this inside me,
today, again, it is raining outside,
the cars are honking on the street
and people are moving around me
in dizzying hurry,
and i am at the center
of the whirlpool
fixed, as the eddies
swirl around me.
It happens in dreams
you're walking on grasslands
twittering and chattering
about all things beautiful
and all things mundane
looking for a place
where you'll sit down
and unpack your quaint
picnic box.
But before you unfold
the rag you would have
sat upon,
the grasslands metamorphize
to the sands of Sahara;
the picnic box
to an old picture
of you and your companion
that once was,
when you strolled
the grasslands together.
Tomorrow will never be
the same as yesterday.
And the last time i realized this
it was raining outside,
the cars were honking on the street
and people were moving around me
in dizzying hurry,
and I was at the center
of the whirlpool
fixed, as the eddies
swirled around me.