THE VOICE

 

how does it happen

that a person grows old

against their will and

better judgment

how does it happen

that mirrors wreak havoc

and spines bend like classics

reread again and again

a page turned is one step

closer to death or

a chapter unearthed

is a photograph

that misses the joke

when you focus on nothing

expect a reminder

a voice may return

passion dug under

like a sower who turns

the earth not for profit

who strikes a pose

when the wind hits the surface

remember my voice

it says and I do

and tonight it returned

long overdue.

 

NYC 7.21.12