A rift in Time —
Out of phase am I.
Invisible to the passing man with dog.
Ethereal — wispy like this fog.
Wraithlike to the young woman with pram.
Ghostly to the drinker with wee dram.
I wonder — Do they hear my feet
Stepping down this cobbled street
Echoing, “Clickety-clack, clickety-clack”?
Wishing myself back in Time
To verity —
And to my own Reality!