Category: Index of all Poems

I am going to chase the light
and catch up with the past.
Watch my father make sinkers
out of lead for his fishing pole.
My brother Jack ride off on his bike
to get doughnuts for me.
I am going to sit on the edge of infinity
and tell people, that’s my father
in the distance.
That’s my brother who loved his little brother.
And when the light goes past and time
slows down to let me see,
I will watch the parade of things
gone by,
and touch them gently, not to change anything,
and whisper, you are everything
that will ever mean anything,
and maybe they will look aside
as if they heard me,
or felt my heart beating
or my hand trembling,
and I’ll remember,
Oh yes! They waved invisible flies away
when I was small and saw nothing.
Then know it was me,
watching from the edge
of a far away place.