Parallel

I passed myself on the street today;
I hardly recognized me
And then I was gone.

I turned to try to get a second look,
Thinking there was something familiar
About the stranger walking there
But I lost sight of me in the crowd.

Then I caught a glimpse of me
As I rounded a corner
And slipped out of sight.  
For a moment I stood transfixed,
Watching, waiting, 
As if I thought, if I waited long enough,
I’d come back to me

— But I didn’t. 

I was on my way to a better place,
And with a sigh I turned away
Envious of myself for going
Where I knew I never could


january 2008
Janet Reid



 
Awarded by New Horizons ~ May 16, 2008