i walked the pier today
the city skyline just beyond the ships
and for a moment, as the blaze yellow
shot across the cold waves
i knew me
i was on the ship
in the water, walking
the city street
un-noticed
all at once
yet not at all
last week
it was a rocky ledge
high above
the forgotten river
or the old farm
frozen in time
the crop of regret
growing wild
beside shuttered trees
just bones
the train
distant
barely an echo
over the shoulder
looks back and
reminds
i don't know me
who i am, what i am
where i came from
where i'm going
except
every now and then
when places meet time
and i just happen by
to see me there
in death like
shadows
looking for form
