“To whom do I owe the pleasure?”
I’m not altogether sure…
However always ready to please
I shook his hand and muttered who knows what…
Seated at the table
I wondered how did I get from there to here
Though appearances seemed important so with grave intent I flicked through the menu in front of me
Pretending to know what came next I followed the lead of the fellow next door
I said; “I too shall have that…”
Not sure what a pork slider is… Perhaps a very happy pig having the ride of his life?
Feeling the heat I turned to see my neighbour looking expectantly at me
There were no pregnancies that I could detect so perhaps he’d begged a question
Feigning intelligence beyond reproach my response wafted like smoke into the
Ambient noise of cutlery clinks and crooning songs of loves lost.
Unfortunately I could not escape the clutches of conversation so easily
I have no idea of what he said next yet thought it too rude to say; Pardon… could you please explain?”
Fortunately I rescued myself by tipping my drink down my blouse;
Unaccountably my mouth was not where I expected it to be…
Like a rocket ship launched I exploded off my chair for the rest room; for I truly needed to lie down
Now it appears that no two doors are alike… could have fooled me
Anyway the one I opened took me outside
Realising the error of my ways too late for this tricky door was one way
Had it not been for the bone-chilling cold I would have happily sat on the box of rotting vegetables but even I knew I was not dressed for these extremes… somehow I had to figure out what on earth I should do next
No easy task so for the longest time I just stood very still.
But it seemed my body had a mind of its own; move it must or it would freeze.
So of its own volition I stumbled forward down the alley onto a road of
Horns blaring with lights flashing bright
It seemed that all of a sudden everything came to a stop
People started yelling and pointing madly
I have no idea about what
It took everything in me to just take a breath
My feet were rooted into the ground
Yet something inside screamed; “run!”
“You’ve got to be joking,” I quipped back
“I can’t even blink…”
Eventually the scene before me dissolved and I found myself on a footpath that was in front of a house
A fellow dressed in navy blue with a very important cap and ‘air’ about him who suggested that
I might like to go inside?
Not wanting to let him down I said; “Why not…?”
With the heel of his hand in the small of my back he ushered me to go forth.
A kindly man seemingly familiar hugged me
Relief and pity on his face
“Oh oh I’ve done something wrong…I just wish I knew what.”
humour can be a way of expressing what otherwise can be well… upsetting!
people with dementia, brain damage due to injury or stroke confusion at many different levels… i attempt to explore this…
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