The Clock Strikes One

“Well damn,”
Neil Down disappeared in a flash
Trinity settled in for a fitful night’s sleep

Snow fell quietly outside
And while the fire was sputtering out
Trinity tossed and turned in her bed
The old clock in the hallway chimed one

A swirl of wind kicked up inside the room
And a sharp bright light pierced the darkness
Trinity, disoriented, sat up in her bed
“Oh God, for real?”
And it was for real!
The wind and light rose to a crescendo
And exploded into a warm glow
A figure that was both childlike and wise beyond time emerged
To show Trinity where she came from
And the exact day her younger self lost all of her joy