Human Nature Poem

Interrupted Solace in a Winter's Evening

Every once and awhile I like to be alone

I burrow in the confines of my memory

And dart from conversations like a fish from glass

In a strike of unluck I find myself caught;

Hook punctured my mind's eye socket and

Reeled me in. Succumbing to my fate, I revert -

Thursdays become Wednesdays and on they go

Dust of yesterday’s mourning fall and blanket

Themselves on my old, wooden shelves – I may run

A damp rag along the surface to clear the

Sometimes overwhelming picture-framed thoughts:

I'll chase my retired childhood while relapses

Of your voice thunderously echo and erupt inside

Until Time becomes self-evident

And I grip it like the Velcro on your old shoes

Trying to stealth my way forward and return

To the present – but I'm confined in

This blurred memory -

As Slinkys jump from stairs, memories

Blend together - overlapping. 

 © April 2012