Poem – Where I Stood


(1)

Where I stood on that last day
I saw you walking across the bridge.

I believe you did not see me
but you must have sensed my presence.

When I could no longer see you
I lit a cigarette and sat on a

graffitied boulder near the
river’s edge.

(2)

Let me go back to the beginning.
Of something, of a foreign time.

I came into this body detached
from a previous version of myself.

With few memories or tangible experience
I went within and sought refuge in

the primordial soup beneath the
burning sky and molten mountains,

a time of transition,
a time of birth.

(3)

Back to what could be the present
where I stood on that last day

I saw you walking across the bridge
and I approached you.

With the first step you turned around
and the bridge disappeared

replaced with lights, energy
beautiful chaos that triggered

a recollection and with the memory
I lost my physical self and as

I took your hand we entered
a gateway back home.

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