Sentry

Sentry

The wall moved
I swear it moved
Not the wall
Something on the wall
I am sleeping
          Maybe I'm sleeping
          Maybe I'm awake
The shadow flitting
Across the space
Between light and dark
          The open window
          The closed door
Sliding away just before
I can focus on where it was
It was here
I swear
Moving closer
          I am frozen
          I am moving
Breathing too slow
Heart too quick
Chasing shadows
Out of the corner
Of my eye
It is here
In the room
I can see it now
Getting closer
          I am terrified
          I am unafraid
Black on black
I see shape
But not form
It reaches out
Touching my hands
          So hot
          So cold
And suddenly
I am aware
There is no danger
I am safe
This sentinel stands guard
I watch it walk
Through the door
Into the hall
Turning once
          I see
          I dream

Words: ©14/04/2020LCR
Image: CCO
Form: Narrative