Under a hot blue sky
Ruffled by breezes
The past overlaid the present
I could hear the chubby toddler laughter
Of an evening walk gone by
How many times we trod
Down this sidewalk as the sun lowered
But no
He’s grown and left
This echo of his early life
Reverberating in my heart
I drive passed the place of the fender bender
I stand in the parking lot of a previous job
From a previous time
Worked by a previous me
The brick is the same
The sign is unchanged
Am I late? I wonder
Bygones and bygones
I miss the turn to the old house
I wasn’t going there anyway
It’s too familiar and too far away
The dreams of this place span universes
Seven unique interpretations of this single nexus
On the curve of the road which binds them together
I am saturated with awareness
Anticipation
The wave is cresting
A hollow formed under the curve
Chaos is sure to follow
At the moment of submersion
Water will roil and rush the shore
The present rearranged to accommodate
Phantasms and other worlds
Watching where I step
When the boundaries thin
Where magic happens
But the ghosts pass on
Without saying good-bye
Without a wink and a nod
They fade and dissolve
I weave a new adventure
Over faded threads and bare spots
Working in and around the beautiful
Images which have kept their color
Preserved with love
This town is haunted
One more ghost returned now
