About time and loss
(after Dara Horn)
I listen to the man’s rambling voice
and recognize, as if from my own
memories, the arches, the columns,
the alcove for the Torah scrolls, the water
in the ritual bath. It is like hearing someone
recount the elaborate details of a dream
in which I meet a beloved dead relative.
The past is alive, trembling within
the present; we are always walking on the dead.
It is difficult these days not to sense
an encroaching darkness. I lean toward
those glowing sparks, looking for more light.
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I like that “we are always walking on the dead” is the longest line in the poem, emphasizing “the dead.” Love that line-length manipulation. Gorgeous!
Your lines “the past is alive, trembling within / the present; we are always walking on the dead” sent shivers up my spine.
Beautiful description and powerful concept
I think we are all “looking for more light”. Very relevant poem. Love the imagery!