Poem Uncertain

As if,

the vendor didn't stall,
a parking unparked,
landmarks unmarked,
milestones crossed over
on the back of a rover.

A fish market quitened
when all the fishes flew away
into the beaks of all the crows
who dropped them into a pot,
so the water just overflowed.

Dead exchanged graves
for a change of epitaph
or a change of visitors.
Dying to hear a laugh
some spirits escaped
to a comedy club
which was shut;
everyone was afraid
to stand-up.

A magician was jailed
when all her tricks failed,
she succeeded to escape
using the flattery cape.

In autumn an empty canopy
requested a resurrection
of its floral fallen leaves.
They waited
for the breeze to ease.
Squirrels, ants and bees,
offered willing assistance.
This wasn't their calling.
A flute's melody in distance -
into the wild sprawling,
lifted the fading greens
in whispering whirling dances,
set them equally between
a countless bribing branches.

Without a sun or wind
or dew or view,
a window bid adieu.
Its legendary sill
lost a showman's will.

A flying object identified
itself as a tired balloon.
The aliens' descent arrived
prophesied by welcoming goons
who pricked the humble bag,
so into space it fluttered back.
"For they don't know any better." - read the apology letter.

A mind had a change of heart,
a heart a mind of its own,
one from the other anyway
who would have known.

Polarities made amends
and darkness was light's
new found friend.
So shadows didn't cast,
their objects aghast,
scurried for shade,
longing to belong,
took an umbrella along.

Molehill moved mountains
and a stream was at sea.

Calling real surreal.

As if
in the middle of an act,
they'd drop the curtain,
sometimes we walk
with such uncertainty
towards even the most certain.