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

it has its uses

I know

small corrections
here and there

smoother trails
into the sunset
that can’t be changed

yeah yeah

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

in their life

how are you to know

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

and get to know
what this little moment

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

there’s nothing
let’s do it

© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #123: re-genesis

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