Chris Song - poem #1 - I turn around and see

I turn around and see

I turn around and see

a man skipping stones

each touch sets off

concentric ripples

some stones reach the other shore

others sink into the river

one and another old friends passed away

the dusk’s sun seems heavier each day

weighs on the mind’s space and time

becomes a pupil

that sucks light in

I save up all that I forgot

put my shoulder to the wheel

it presses on my back

a bit more each day

until it becomes a hump

when I’m old

I seem to hear someone call out my name

the hump sets off echoes

that come back to it

I will still remember you once said

one can’t walk through the same street twice

the more eyelids weigh

the more pupils are covered

the mind’s eye won’t open until it closes

I find the candle flame could lose a lump

I find I was the hump

I find I was the river

I turn around, only to see myself