glimpses

 sometimes I see glimpses of other worlds

they are just movements or patterns seen in my peripheral vision

out of the corner of my eye, a dark column moves

a shadow has dimension

I feel a cat jump onto the bed when none lives here now

a window frame reminds me of a place I've never been

a smell of ... what? I can not name it or remember it's place

I look up and hours have passed without my noticing

the sun has set but I'm still basking in it's warmth

I feel a caress, but is it just a memory?

small movements in my otherwise still rooms

a tapping from the hallway

meant to draw my attention away or to push me back to now?

just glimpses 

even alone, not truly alone