Wednesday, May 06, 2015
Another world
Another World
Now I live in this other world,
this place of now.
So many worlds have passed away
and it is as if I alone
am left to remember them,
(Ishmael at sea?)
Friends become souls anointed
or drifting,
paragraphs in a paper recounting,
once enemies even their names
forgotten.
What was the name of that one
who occupied my mind
for so long?
Who was it played a prank on me,
set my hair ablaze?
That woman who turned
the bed down each night,
secret touching in a car
traveling at night.
What became of the others,
those who barely made an imprint,
went on to become famous,
or else lapsed into a kind
of twilight routine?
Did they ever think of me?
Did they remember any of it,
an hour or a second,
moments so precious then?
Dorothy Walters
April 27, 2015
