Fall into Time
Your eyes are closed as time
falls through your life – remember
but forgetting more as if our minds
are crowded with visitors of the
past
Drawing pictures -searching for a
face among many tossed into a box
of yesterday, falling, time is now
a space of black and white faces –
age doesn’t matter now – life has
dished out strawberries, whip cream
and love
You were once his diamond – now
lost among the faces in a box, as if
to wonder why you have survived
Falling through your fingers – time,
those faces of yesterday are faded
as your mother’s apron, your father’s
three
piece suit – more cardboard, more
Stuff – you close the cardboard box,
but a can of Right Guard, a brown can
flung into the garbage – and who,
will want these memories when it is their
Time for memories to fall through
fingers – boxes piled higher – you find a
pair of pearls – you close your eyes
– holding flowers – your ring finger
Soon to display a wedding band –
to match the diamond – one you lost
so long ago, you laugh, remembering
You left behind your luggage, camera,
and make-up. He had no idea
the cost to keep a woman – as rice fell
from his suitcase, and his fly was sewn
on his bathing trunks.
You are laughing so hard you begin to cry
– he takes you to the five and dime – you
refused to place that stuff onto your face,
It ages you – as time – as opened boxes –
if only you were beneath the wooden
bench as headlights hit us, and you
made love in the sand – at the lake, bare-chested,
sunglasses in the evening caught headlights –
your smile caught my eye – so I continued to fly
As time falls through my fingers, eyes closed
remembering those days –feeling your arm
around my waist – both arms – you, kissing
my neck
But there is a space between the clutter
where you have been when I was traveling
finding myself – then returning to love you –
you were off with another
It took a simple flower – several kisses, our
days seemed to be endless until I opened my
eyes and time never stood still.