Distractions

A Poem

Aching for reveries the still afternoon that looks like it very much wants to be a painting The pictures flash by remember the head, this head that face and some of them are already lost to recall Fingers go on expressing their woe they won’t be denied the pain but they don’t really give up either I want to hold that image of you for longer but in the rush, fatal rush the push of the next falls into its distraction rhythm a brass sounding in this space A light voice hauls you away to yet another place bases your head in the paper and ink and you try to focus on paragraphs and a living that you never got to do but becomes memory for you anyway

J.D. Harms 2021