the time traveler reflects

Poem #122 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


travelling back
through time
is such a drag

don’t you agree

oh
it has its uses

that
I know

small corrections
here and there

smoother trails
into the sunset
that can’t be changed

yeah yeah
yeah

but
don’t show yourself
to younger you

don’t reveal your face
to anyone
you know

to anyone
you once knew

lest they double-take
and change
the big continuum
of space
and then-and-there
or here-and-now

god help you
if you show
just once
who you are
to anyone at all
that might matter
in your life

maybe
in their life

and
how are you to know

yaah
it’s over-rated
so
why don’t you
and I
settle down somewhere
right now

and get to know
what this little moment
brings

to the full
and with no regrets
that might need
a tweaking
later

there’s nothing
later
let’s do it
now


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #123: re-genesis

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