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Open Poetry #32

The Reel Of Time

Jaime Fradera
Senior Member

since 2000-11-25

Posts 843
Where no tyranny is tolerable

0 posted 2004-06-22 07:43 PM

The Reel Of time

1:
The Reel Of Time
Loops and twists,
Tares and rips,
And start to spin backwards
And stops.
I sit in the kitchen with my sister
In our old duplex
At 919 East Guenter.
Everything is as we left it
In June of 1967.
And everything is vivid
Even across the chasm
of thirty-four years.
I become aware that I am dreaming,
That all the houses were demolished years ago,
To make way for new development,
And marvel
that I'm sitting in a house,
A neighborhood, a time
That no longer exists,
That the past has become the future ...
that the President has not resigned,
that the war is not yet lost,
that the Senator and Activist will be assassinated,
that I know all that is to come,
Or has already been,
And that no one will believe me
if I tell ...
I open the back door
And step outside,
And feel the stuffy stagnant air,
The blasting heat of summer,
And a Sun high in the sky.
And there, the same driveway,
The old garage, still there,
Still full of rubbish,
The same fence, the rusted gate,
Now overgrown by weeds.
We find a stall, a little market
That wasn't there before,
Where they are selling wind chimes.
But a set of them is $299.
I can not buy them.
I wonder what would happen
If I try to cross the street
(which they wouldn't let me do
When I was little.)
I wonder if the neighbors are still there,
Though knowing all the while
It is a dream ...
A dream of 1967 ...
I hear the record Strawberry Fields
And it is running backwards ...

2:
The Reel OF Time spools backwards,
Back ... back ... back ...
First my two sisters and I
Are teenagers,
Then we are toddlers, then babies ...
We all cry in unison
Over some infantile concern.
Mother is spanking us
For some petty transgression,
And we all scream in unison.
Then, knowing what will be,
Or has already happened,
How the police,
Responding to complaints will come, or maybe go,
That it will be too late,
Maybe too soon,
I finally stop
The spinning Reel OF Time,
For everything has now become entangled,
And Johnson is flying to Vietnam,
And the cities, they are burning,
And Grace, she is singing:
Wouldn't you love somebody to love? ...
3:
I break the surface of the ocean,
The great primordial womb,
The cradle, the incubus of Life.
I taste the salt of ages,
The salt of human kind,
Knowing each of us is all of us,
And all of us are one!
How sad, it seems,
That so many still don't know this ...
I am wearing new equipment
That has just now been developed.
Hear, I know I will not drown,
And feel a wild and primal freedom
No longer bound by the constraints
Of common sense,
I know that I can roam the sea and air at will.
I take off,
flying
Through both the water and the air,
And both hear and start to sing a song:
The wind and the sea;
The wind and the sea.
We are one
With the wind and the sea.
The wind and the sea;
The wind and the sea.
We are one
With the wind and the sea.

Jaime

Everything you know is wrong!
The Firesign Theater

Susan
Member Ascendant

since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

1 posted 2004-06-22 08:14 PM

Very interesting write. Much enjoyed.

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind.

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