Poem: Lining of My Mind

 

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“Father Time Overcome by Love, Hope and Beauty” by Simon Vouet, 1627

 

The future comes to me

quickly

premonition stands outside the window, framed to be seen

stands politely ‘til the door opens

the right door

at the right time

 

Tea or coffee?

A blanket for your lap?

It’s cold outside where time weathers

as a pacific swirl over the peninsula,

hooked on peaks.

 

cold. still.

 

It rains in my house.

The fire is out.

Wet paper see-throughs to wooden table.

Drips creep across the low areas, finds them all

—both the dark and the hidden.

 

I’m swept up into this ungraspable moment Future came to visit.

 

Somewhere close by

another turns the channel,

a person adds soap to the wash,

a cat sighs in the window

all in silent exclamation.

 

What we desire more than seasons or weather

is the comfort of being a stranger, more so with ourselves.

It’s better to not know.

So I wait.

Wait for something that vanishes as soon as it arrives.

It’s appearance not unlike mowed lawn

—the stalk of the dandelion snapped.

Its there.  We know it.

Whether we walk on it or not.

The merciless motor hums in the distance and every so often

a breeze from the south carries the leaky-green odor of grass.

 

 

 

-by Shannon P. Laws

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