Departing the House of Your Former Life
Once you close that door, hear the click
of the latch, there’s no going back.
The single key is, from this day forward,
forever lost. You may run circles
around it, you may peer
into each window for as long as desired,
but entry is impossible. Best
to gather the few remaining flowers
before the garden lapses into ruin,
before bindweed takes over.
Fill your pockets with apples – they won’t
lumber from these branches again.
Oh, you believe still in a midsummer picnic
beneath this arbor -- cheese and a humble wine
tucked into gingham. Best to disavow all
you’ve abandoned inside this lathe & plaster
fortress, every root still clutching its
square inch of soil. Better to leave
and not return, not recall the accumulation
of broken beds, the last unshattered cup,
the wedding china. And a rock thrown
at a pane can do no good.
Unpin the solitary dress hung ragged
on the line, yank the numbers
from the siding, check the mailbox
for a final letter. No curtain wavers
and every candle is a wickless stub.
Not a soul to wave you on but your own.
--T. Clear 2010
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Oh, T. I clasp my hands and bow my head. Thank you for this wise, wrenching and tender poem.
ReplyDeleteyou have captured it intricately and perfectly. I'm with Claire....
ReplyDeleteYes!
ReplyDeleteAfter your comment re Cajan, I listened to a selection on Spotify. Wonderful energy, in that respect not unlike my own favourite; Ska.
What a poem! I'm knocked out. Thank you T Clear. (I'll be back to this one.)
ReplyDeletesad, wise, lucid, true.
ReplyDeletethank you.
i forgot wrenching; oh, you believe still....
I have almost had a preview of that feeling: my study bookshelves are being replaced this week so I have had to take all my books down. There's a hollow space to relish now for a while before the new timber slots into place. I am very tempted to get rid of lots of books (can I? will I be able to?) and savour the space before it fills up again.
ReplyDeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteI love the way 'Once' leads naturally into 'May' then 'Best' and 'Best' again, and 'Better' into 'No' and 'Not'. Beautiful rhythmic flow.
John