Here, In The Past, I Repose In Time Everlasting... Poem by John Tansey

Here, in the past, I Repose in Time Everlasting

I have found immortality…

In the black hole of my depression,
Where time stops
Like the posable arms
Of a wooden school clock;
Where every day is set to three O’ clock,

I have found eternity…

Here, where even light and sound
Cannot bound out of it;
But the boneless, limp memory of a boy,
Tears streaking the glass as his father left,
You were neither seen nor heard, even then.

I found the everlasting, hereafter,

Languishing, knee deep,
In the standing, stagnant pool of the past,
Where old photographs
Bobbing along the surface, are windless,
In the morass of the Sargasso Sea.

I have circled around, upon the Isle of Circe,

Where nothing changes, ever ages;
Like an old photo of you in a frame
You will never outgrow, or break through its glass:
As nothing ever really dies, here,
So, too, is true that nothing ever lived.


11.19.08 John Tansey

Copyright ©2008 John Thomas Tansey