Clowning Around

Clowning Around

I never remember my dreams but last night that changed.

Lying in a room with a fan overhead told me I was somewhere hot. But the silence confused me; even the spinning fan was noiseless.

The sweat oozing from my open pores stank with fear.

I couldn’t move but I didn’t want to.

For all the time I remained motionless I felt safe.

Looking up at the huge pendulum and the swinging axe I felt the air rush on every pass.

But now awake my nightmare should end.

Yet the axe still swings as the laughing clown pulls the rope.