author’s years:
I don’t want to spend too much looking backward--no more than necessary. It’s like visiting the Dark Ages, when I go way back.
However, I do try to understand the past. But despite my gains in understanding, the past has not lost its mystery.
LOST YEARS
The creaking of the boards
beneath my feet
speaks of many deaths
creeping underneath.
They’re down there. Those people
who used to appear in
my dreams as robots or
curtains or
inquisitors.
But in the process
of those deaths
which took
so many years,
I thought I’d lost
the gold dust that fell
between the planks
into the silent cave soil.
But something grew there
and continues to grow
though I have only seen
a sprig.
No one knows them--
those years.
Sometimes
I barely recognize them
myself.
© 2006, Michael R. Patton
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