Thursday, September 8, 2011

Time Travel One

Is it time travel when someone

I used to love nearly lands in my

lap during morning meditation?

Unlike a dream—which takes place

on another plane—this is a real

intrusion. I dismiss him. How

did I ever stand the way he made

me feel not quite good enough?

And what triggered this visit?

I can think of nothing—except

the thought of travel itself.

I am in an airplane—on my

way somewhere. Our paths

could cross— have crossed—

too many times.

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