January 26, 2012Looking at Us Living
Through the binoculars, we saw us
moving through the foliage.
The world was on rewind:
a herd of horses ran
backwards across a field.
Yellow leaves kept climbing back
to their branches.
“What’s the opposite of fall?” I said,
and he said “Spring.”
Then it was August, then July,
then June. The sun kept
leaving and coming back
like a boomerang that no one
ever had to throw.
Snow appeared
on the ground, then it started
unsnowing, the flakes
travelling upwards.
I knew that soon
we wouldn’t know each other
so I asked him
what the opposite
of stay is.
He stood there,
his hands on his hips, thinking.
from #35 - Summer 2011