An Anonymous Phone Call And a Dead Line

Sudden darkness silences them all in broad daylight

A simple irregularity is all it takes for them to lose

Focus, balance and control

A friendly pat on the back would seriously tip them over

And knock them flat out of breath

They seem so fragile and lost

Filled with a strange mixture

Of fear, fascination and anticipation

All due to this unusual approach of the phenomena

This unexpected visit to the earth

They search the ground with their open-mouthed stares

Hoping that somewhere signs of movement will unveil

Their shadows slide forward from behind

And dive into their mouths

Down they glide like liquid

Licking their tongues dry

Leaving a dryness in the throat which prevents speech

Only their eyes enable them to communicate

And speak their collective mind

No words but the frightening white in their eyes

On black papery background

Twinkling and turning

Blinking and burning

Bewildered yet excited

Building up the tension just for the thrill of it

Partaking in the madness

Soon ready to burst from within

Waiting and listening

Like in a slow dream

For the voice of someone special

The deliberate and anonymous phonecall

Where every sound has a deeper meaning attached

And the background in itself is a whole other world

The electrical silence followed by the the mechanical click

Which indicates a

Dead line

Heavy winds finally knock them over with a crack

Gradually they stumble back onto their feet

As if out of a trance

Back into a life of normalcy

Where they raise their umbrellas high

To avoid the horizontal rain flushing over

Fighting their smallest steps

They continue to hide their heads

Despite this incident

They go on in the same orderly fashion

Down the trail they first came

With the exactly same destination in mind

Not until the sun reappears will they notice

That their shadows and eyelashes are far gone