reflection
for N. in mem.
caught
out
times
i see
a face
and see
you
as you
were
fixed into
another
life
completely
part of it
completely
safe there
opening a
window
selling
newspapers
smiling at
someone
making a
joke
not even
knowing what
happened here
never happened
not ever
knowing it all
ended here.
beijing
september 2011
Many thanks, men, really was struggling to put something into those final words. In its first impulse it was just seeing a person running a kiosk who, for an instant, looked like N., and for that instant I imagined her alive again in another life never knowing of this life in which she was fated for such an early passing. How I wished she could have been alive in that other, never knowing the unfolding of this life. Appreciate your comments!
eerie. like being dead but not knowing. or parallel universe kind of thing. The last 3 lines give me the chills
Hi, Peter. I get a feeling in this of Elliot’s ‘all Time irredeemably present…’, if that’s how it went, the ‘knower’ perceiving moments of a timeless awareness, and the illusion of movement to symbolise linear experience…