Pedestrian in a Far Off Land

“Realism is a bad word. In a sense everything is realistic. I see no line between the imaginary and the real.” – Federico Fellini

It was a rainy day.

The weather prophets

called for a storm

and boy

were they ever right.

The pelting assault

of the raindrops

on your umbrella’s nylon

works like a spell

in bringing you back

to a childhood

not yours

but some other remote

and unspecified childhood

that took place

in a faraway land

where it rained a lot.

Nostalgia pierces your heart

and, in a haze,

you step off the curb

and begin plunging downward

into a yawning abyss

as you manage to turn your head

just enough

to see the cliff’s edge

off which you just stepped.

Heart in your mouth,

your umbrella blows inside out

as you plunge

and plunge

and wonder

how many times

the city curbside

will have to turn into a cliff’s edge

off which you fall

before you finally remember

to adjust your perspective

to honor your flights of fancy

and divine the fool

you were always meant to be

come rain

or come shine.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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