Time Travel
Time Travel
By Annmarie Lockhart
An e-mail, unexpected, second of the day.
Subject line: “You can’t escape the past.”
So I follow you back to 1985.
Bright sun and you at 16,
A squinty-eyed smile,
A shock of gold-threaded brown hair,
Cubist rendering of a boy loping toward manhood,
Potential energy personified.
The cadence of your e-voice
Echoes back through time
Legitimating long-lost, new-found memory
Of a sweet second. For a long moment
Time can’t chase the boy away.
But there’s no bridge from there to here,
Where I am mourning one just buried.
He looked the way that you might now.
By Annmarie Lockhart
An e-mail, unexpected, second of the day.
Subject line: “You can’t escape the past.”
So I follow you back to 1985.
Bright sun and you at 16,
A squinty-eyed smile,
A shock of gold-threaded brown hair,
Cubist rendering of a boy loping toward manhood,
Potential energy personified.
The cadence of your e-voice
Echoes back through time
Legitimating long-lost, new-found memory
Of a sweet second. For a long moment
Time can’t chase the boy away.
But there’s no bridge from there to here,
Where I am mourning one just buried.
He looked the way that you might now.
Posted by Annmarie at 6/17/2009 2:16 AM 
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Annmarie Lockhart free verse
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Annmarie Lockhart free verse
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