On the journey to recover my soul, I took notes. Sometimes I wrote in a travel journal while other times I felt the urge to write in poetry. Some poems were serious while others were light and playful, like the one that follows.
Eternity came and knocked
On my door one night
I thought I was too busy
To let her in.
I answered reluctantly.
I opened the door but a crack.
Eternity said, “You are living
In a box, keeping yourself
Preserved like ice cream
In the freezer.”
She said I was caught in a polemic
That already wasn’t,
In a time too within.
I asked, “Who are you to unlock
The puzzle of a struggle
That never was?”
She said she had come once before
To talk when the boy in me
Let her in.
“Yes, I remember now,” I said,
“You stole my shadow and put my reflection
into the future of me,
and I walked into it.”
I remembered her freedom.
“May I enter now?” she asked sincerely,
“Your future slipped into your shadow.
Your transcendence fell polemical.”
“You have come to judge,” I replied.
She explained, “If I enter, you will know
That what you resist is already wind,
And what you know is passing.”
“Who are you?” I asked, “To come and
steal away my time? Without time, I’d have
to drop the hurts that make me real.
Without time, I’d have to seek a breath
Before she could answer, I shut the door.
Whew! I almost burned the toast.
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