In the 3 minutes and 14 seconds
that this song lasts
I went back and forth in time
3 and 14 times
respectively.
Safely seated in the bus
I pointed my chin forward,
let past and future unfurl,
let go
back first.
Paris and its wild lights / trajectories I couldn’t grasp / too high on my bike / and his blurry picture / before me
rays of light, laughs / did we roll on the grass / trying to pick up a friend / fallen apple too full of juice? / yes we did
and did I make a wish / meaningful and dear / while everyone was away / except me and / a shooting star?
She says, « but there was not
enough space for you /
I couldn’t find any place
for you / now it’s too late »;
is it ever?
I let go
and forth,
into this life
and the next
This form is already souvenirs,
the rest comes in flashes
on a bumpy ride:
bodies curled in fallen leaves, crying / tears to come
I, chasing a rush of stars / through loud sound
« everything will be alright », your voice / fading soft
your kiss again, and its apple taste / city to go
tea scents
dog spirit
dismembering
snow bed
rose drops;
sugar rush
head massage
bass pumping
seasons’ descent
blood dripping.
Time flies
but I make space for all lives
I could and could not have,
I will and will not have,
all the same
words fly
leave whiter holes
perfect
In 3 minutes and 14 seconds
I have found a place for this
one thing
that’s all
* Here is the song I am talking about : Too Late, by Ariane Moffatt. *
* Oh, and I missed dVerse Poets yesterday, but I used their prompt anyway. *
Hiroshimem 