My iPad is a portal to reality
connecting, exploring, talking
I am the writer of this world
Lost in – Who? What? Where?
I just had to unplug.
Food processors are evil
itchy little finger – torture
stands to attention in plaster
my delicious cupcakes altered
I can taste the tears on my face
my nerves screaming
the smell of failure lingering.
Later, Winter – she plucked me
from a rather fake Autumn
evolution of Australian weather
“Sautumn” turned to “Wautumn”
just like the flip of a switch.
I said it would happen.
Unplugged from my reality
Now, Unplugged from humanity
exiled to the same four walls
sniffling, coughing, mostly sleeping
reading Allegiant.
As the great machine of Melbourne
operates without me.
Soon – I will be back within my faction
fuelled by coffee and bagels
iPad is plugged in and ready to go
another week begins – tomorrow.
Due to little-finger-related technical difficulties I’ve found writing (even typing!) difficult so I took the opportunity to step away from my daily writings/musings to reconnect with the real world around me. Mother Nature, had different plans I was struck with a cold and ordered to rest. So I’ve been sleeping, reading, and resting for days now with a barely a word spoken to another human being. I wonder if the world has changed while I’ve been away… 😉
Sitting on the stone steps of Parliament House
in my warm grey coat and snuggly scarf
clutching to my hot vanilla chai latte
as I watch brown leaves floating in the wind.
What a marvellous moment to be here!
To see, the world tick-tocking like clockwork.
Chatter echoes from the crowded cafes
as the trams jingle their morning songs.
Sometimes I stop – listen – and wonder
it’s a funny thing we do everyday
existing and living; playing the game
Is there meaning? And it’s not forty-two.
It feels like a never-ending story
where we’re born in the middle – missing
pieces of the beginning – a puzzle
that we spend our lives trying to work out.
Some say there are three things; life, death, taxes
but I think it’s human architecture
life for me, is Mufasa and Simba
it’s the story of how we all connect.
In a giant globe of activity
this world is an enigmatic story
that happens to feature humanity
and stepping on a butterfly changes history.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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