Nicholas M. Langford

Every Now, or Then?

 

A stage, two stages ago, romanticized

Felt today, like yesterday, present still tomorrow

Dreams forgotten, dreams died, dreams I had forgotten died

Safety without security, direction without route, mind without thought.

 

It\'s the summer evening pouring into dim bedrooms through open windows. It’s the creek bed breeze, summer sun; Loveland lit warm and green. It’s Hawaiian Ice, Catalpa leaves, wandering ‘round record stores. 

 

(I) Should I Did I Would I Could I Have I Am I

 

Felt it for a moment

Seeing you in that chair (again)

My body opened and dispersed

Through youthful summer air.

 

Shhhhh. I had to become very small and squint my eyes just to see something so precious, so fragile. It had not yet come to form, nor had it manifested in any particular time or place. Unembodied, decontextualized.