by Glen Martin Fitch
"... as she saw nothing but young men all day long ...this sight of her fellow-traveler was completely lost in her mind, as the crooked pin dropped by a child into the wishing-well twirls in the water and disappears forever.” Virginia Woolf Jacob's Room
I bet you don't remember me.
Dismiss this if you don't.
The gravity of time
sucks all we know
down deep into a dark abyss.
The wonder is
how much we can recall.
A straight pin
would have fallen down
without resistance,
swiftly in the dark.
That crooked pin descending
circled round a little slower
in its spinning arc.
I want to say,
however brief our bond together was,
just know,
before you drop away,
some human bent in you
made me respond.
I wanted here
to honor that today.
My wish for you,
“Good luck."
Just thought I'd tell you,
while you're sinking,
whirling down my well.
Last updated August 23, 2011