Small Pieces

Ascend my thoughts the 

Satin walls I sit behind

Now trace the patters of walls

You have lived behind:

Before.

 

I know that tiny world,

The slice of experience that I

Was “home” to in the knowing instant

And “lost” to in the growing

Dark.

 

Wave good-bye and feel alone,

But know your heart well in its

Desertion…

 

For you can feel it

—That steady creeping,

And those calm beats—

Which say,

“Stay another moment longer

And never tell me you’ll

Go.”

 

No.

 

I could not stay

Here in the place I 

Grew up in

The place I worked in

Had friends

And loved them.

 

I can continue that part

I can give that forever it seems

But the chapter that was my

Infinitesimal part of this great

World

Is a coda whose dying strains

I replay in my mind and heart

 

Only to hear the final cadence

Once more.

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~ by Rebecca Erickson on May 15, 2015.

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