by Alex Page
It starts with moss breaking through potholes,
cress settling on cracks in walls. You go to bed
and wake up on a giant mushroom.
Your car is still metal, so you go to your barista job,
discovering the coffee beans have sprouted into a jungle,
pollen billowing in air painted the pastel yellow of summer dresses.
Someone does ask for a muffin, but can’t pay –
the card reader is an orchid.
Your house becomes a hollow tree-stump plastered with lichen.
Your cat sprouts roots and anchors in the lawn, meowing for rain.
Slowly your hair turns into fronds, and your feet keep trying to cling
to soil.
Eventually the sun is a cabbage and the moon is a yam.
Before the last telescope becomes a banana
we learn that Mars is now a mango.
You admire the green sky from the hill your roots suck
moisture from, wondering how the cabbage produces its light.
Alex Page (he/him) writes fantasy, sci-fi, and more (hopefully) good stuff. If you liked this, then more of his fiction, as well as ramblings on writing and other subjects, can be found at https://bookishleftishgibberish.wordpress.com/. He lives in the UK, and also enjoys memes, doggos, and recklessly exchanging goods for magic beans.
Influenced by John Lennon?
Loved it ! More more please.