I have been looking at time
down the wrong end of a telescope
I have been gone only a moment;
I have been away forever
(The calendar pages keep turning, the year
swells, shrinks, fades: sow, plant, reap, sleep)
It’s not that I can’t feel
but I’ve suspended my heart
that can’t touch yours by look
or by daily sharing of bread, of space
(Far away from me, you grow up and grow old
and become a person I would have liked)
Of course you can no more hold still
than either of us can will the earth
to stop spinning. You were the star
in that time-lapse of an opening flower
but now we are dried, mounted, framed;
discounted by the casual observer,
unrelated. These piles of photographs
are unable to convey any essence of life
so I stare at them, willing myself to be moved
Inspired by We Drink Because We’re Poets: Moments. I got off-track from the prompt–kinda went opposite to a single moment–but this is where it took me.
9 thoughts on “In the Absence of Reunion”
“…looking at time down the wrong end of a telescope…” This line is so good. I will be thinking of this one for a while. Thanks.
Thank you for that. I’m afraid it’s a bit of a jumble, one of those that started out something and turned into something else. Ah, well.
No, I don’t think it’s a “jumble” but rather the recording of a process, and if it starts one place and ends up in another, then that’s part of the beauty of it.
Thank you for saying that. I feel better now. 🙂
Wowza, wowza, Jennifer–this grabbed my heart today and wouldn’t let go. I especially love, “suspended my heart”–started my poetry wheels turning again. Much love to you (just had to say that, not sure why)–Caddo
You know, the suspended heart was where I started. I’m glad it spoke to you…and turned some wheels! ❤
Thank you for reading!