04-08-2021, 07:33 PM
Fault Lines
I’m old enough to remember things
that never happened, and forget some things that did.
Old enough to speak of a past in which I was
barely present, though I thought I was on firm ground.
I’ve risen up from those depths like a volcano-
a mile high mountain with its head blown off.
That red, billowing cloud rising up in the distance-
that’s me, my age erupting.
I’m old enough to remember things
that never happened, and forget some things that did.
Old enough to speak of a past in which I was
barely present, though I thought I was on firm ground.
I’ve risen up from those depths like a volcano-
a mile high mountain with its head blown off.
That red, billowing cloud rising up in the distance-
that’s me, my age erupting.