Crystal Ball
It snowed early this year.
I trudged down the path,
that was said to have taken the lives
of those who came before me.
I rubbed my hands together,
and I thought I saw them tinted with red.
But my hands were clean,
I was sure that I had washed them
before I ran here.
I gulped and walked on.
I could barely remember now,
the shape and taste of the food I have had
in the other world.
Strawberries, chocolate, shellfish, nuts, mustard…
they pop into my mind from time to time,
but what are they?
Snow intruded my world,
whispered into my ears,
urged me to go on.
Time stopped outside this snowy crystal ball,
I know it had.
Continuing down the path,
snow hit my face, blinded my sight,
pushing the air out of me.
Crunch. I stepped on something.
Bending down, swiping away the snow.
It was a head,
the head of a past president.
My throat constricts,
fear gropes my heart,
I couldn’t even whisper the name,
his name ー
George Washington.