D. Avraham ~ Musings

I left a bookmark

On your page

And was surprised

To find

Since my last visit

The plot had shifted

.

I marked my place

And skipped ahead

A little

Turn of a page or two

But upon my return

All the story lines had tangled

.

I had put it down

It’s true

I got busy with,

Oh, I’m not sure what, but

I just always expected

I could pick up

In that same place

Where I left off

.

Couldn’t you

Have found a way

To suspend time and space

Like the bookmark

I had left for you.

Child talk

Of innocence confounded

Child talk

No longer grounded in

Dragon tales of

Billowed sails

Or a place called

Honalee

.

Child talk

It is not

About strings and sealing wax

Child talk

It is not

But, filled with too many facts in

Subjects corruptive or

Deeply seductive

There once was a place called

Purity.

.

Child talk

Sometimes

Isn’t what it used to be.