Living in the Fold:
Aka:
Traveling From Far East to Far West
At this time, I commence,
And within an hour
Or two it is the time
At which I commenced.
I mark a line
On the map in between
These two zones
And fold time in
On itself.
And then proceed rapidly
Forward,
Backwards,
Into a day that I will live twice, yet only once,
Passing myself meeting myself
At the same moment
I mark and fold
My origami world,
I sleep when tired
There in the fold
And dream of tonight
Twenty-four hours
(or so)
from now
when I will meet you
and we can fold
us
into each others’ arms
3 comments:
I like this poem very much! And especially the simple but profound line: "my origami life."
dizzying...
it must be strange going from one time to another...backwards...and living through the same day you just lived.
ground hog day.
make each day better than the last...even if it IS the same day!
xo :)
Thanks for your thoughts, Debra and Laura!
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