Poetry by Siobhán Carroll : Something Real

Something Real

My most difficult relationship

Is my relationship with reality

Spots shimmer, birds fly backwards

Nothing stays

                                           still.

Couples counselling is fraught;

Reality is unyielding,

reconciliation unlikely.

But I see magic in a striped t-shirt

zombies in an empty garden.

Sparks fly from my fingertips

I wonder where I really am.

She shrugs, neither of us can change

but maybe neither needs to — 

We will dance around each other forever

One-two-step until the music runs out

One-two-step until we all fall down.