Time shift

The letters I wrote so long ago
tied together in their tattered envelopes
like an oven-roasted brick of fossils.

I was so frantic and so far from you
my panic was restrained to epic
by butterflies and impossibility.

I see the microscope
that was my mind
through the telescope of time.

Archaeologist, astronomer, Odysseus,
I search the rubble of those stars,
find humour in those words.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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