Time and memory
Converge toward a single point.
Where did I begin?
Forever foreign;
Home’s distance beyond distant.
When did this begin?
Reinvent the wheel;
Freedom from the familiar.
Where do I begin?
unearthing poems
Time and memory
Converge toward a single point.
Where did I begin?
Forever foreign;
Home’s distance beyond distant.
When did this begin?
Reinvent the wheel;
Freedom from the familiar.
Where do I begin?
Damn, Jordan! So satisfying to be reading your words again.
It boggles my mind that the last posts on WYH were from 2014… because I remember those as being after a bit of a hiatus… and BLINK – five more years sneak by!
It’s clear from your haiku that your mind is grappling with similar subjects to those haunting me… and presumably all near-40-somethings-with-jobsandkids: the perplexing timeblitz that sees us aging faster than we thought possible while one foot drags in the past and the other steps into what’s next.
The last lines of the three haikus have really stuck with me as a strange kind of meditation:
they have a subtle circular logic that reminds me of the scene in I Heart Huckabees where the characters are tripping over the question “How am I not myself?”
I love that with three related haikus the reader can parse the lines differently to get at new reflections of the original. My mind naturally started jumping between same-numbered lines… try it!
I’ll say this: regardless of my ever-changing life situations, reading and writing poetry with you is one of those cosmic affirmations that we are doing everything write : )
I’m excited to witness more of your reinventions, convergences and beginnings!