once thought proximity doesn’t count -
I am, I’ll still thrill to the sound
your name, be able to recreate
feel of my feet running on your ground.
thought if I just closed my eyes I’d see
vast skies spinning slowly over me
sun and the stars don’t discriminate
yet they now appear differently.
it my sight I’m losing, or my mind?
exact textures of things left behind
harder to recall and replicate.
thrill’s the same, but something has gone blind.
matter how far I go – I thought that once
in the end time is the greatest distance.
thought I’d be able to grope some recess
find you, ever changing yet changeless.
up the exact shape of fig and neem,
acacias in the open wilderness.
of their limbs remain - that much is true.
curve of highway, the straight avenue.
the mind isn’t quite the thing it seems,
loses the details without meaning to.
not the one to rail against the failings
sight, and mind, of puny mortal things,
systems of recall, blurred like a dream,
lengthening of shadows, the last dimming.
did think I’d carry you with me once
time’s proved to be the farthest distance.
sunlight lying in thick slabs on the floor,
I cannot recall the tiles anymore.
cement paving in the porch and back,
size the glass panes were on the main door.
numbers on some of the cars and the crunch
gravel beneath their tyres. Being served lunch
a green table cloth. The music tracks.
crack in the tub. The smell of the sponge.
a few remain – the trivial, the strange,
strange are the filters chosen to arrange
sequence, the way the trivia stacks
what was changeless once begins to change.
thought I could dream you up anywhere once.
time has morphed itself into distance.