Winter exile (a poem)

Had to get this one out before bedtime…

1
The accumulated scenery hides its condition
            —Can you see the face hiding amongst the dots?
                        —Can you find the words hiding amongst the static?

2
When reflections stare back at me, revealing nothing
I recognize something
I remember that I used to know its name
but I also used to remember yours—
it was an obsession
and I’ve discarded most of my obsessions now

3
The accumulated scenery scrambles to hide the evidence
          —What is it you think you want?
                        —What is it you’re willing to give me?

4
Reach for me
I cannot see my reflection in the water

The snow banks have decided
to pursue a reputation for longevity
enlisting the sky and the ground as accomplices

The creek does not rise

5
The accumulated scenery feels neglected
            —Am I no longer your source of metaphor?
                        —Are you no longer my source of solace?

6
Mirrors are feeble substitutes
their reflections static
their flaws manufactured

They are too dependent on lighting
to be reliable
or go with the flow

7
The accumulated scenery falls silent
I have withdrawn

(17/18 February 2019)


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