Myriad Ways

Seeing all these familiar faces

as if I had been away at the north pole

or they were locked up and are still trapped

in their job prisons and I visiting.

I feel like I am visiting my life when I talk about

what I have been doing.

It is separate from me,

scenes from someone else’s imaginary, never to be finished movie

which changes with each retake.

I have to remind myself that I have lost teeth and weight.

I look older even though I feel better some days

than when I was much younger.

Some days I have to make myself push through the fog.

too often I move, a habitual ghost, leaving no footprints

in the fresh snow.

From January 2014