Revelation

I wander,
gathering wool down memory lane
and sweetly roaming,
amid revery,
immersed in my mind
and the pulsing heart
of peaceful being when

a sharp noise, a scrolling headline
proclaiming the latest atrocity
yanks me back to HERE,
back to NOW,
a fish on a barbed hook until
I wriggle and rip
away, bleeding,

and set forth,
once again to go a-roaming
through the golden twilight
of my inner meadow,
an abductee to memory,
yet free.