Visit your possible life.

 

Going There

-Jack Gilbert

Of course it was a disaster.The unbearable, dearest secrethas always been a disaster.The danger when we try to leave.Going over and over afterwardwhat we should have doneinstead of what we did.But for those short timeswe seemed to be alive. Misled,misused, lied to and cheated,certainly. Still, for thatlittle while, we visitedour possible life.

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Kimberly Joris

My secret hiding place is me.
Safe within my walls.
Locked, looking through a peephole. A skeleton key at the ready. A big glass door knob waiting to be turned. Beautiful big ball peen hinges, rusted from lack of use. Not the danger of when I leave, but the danger of when I open the door, to go in, to let others in. I visit my possible life. Will I let others?
http://mid-lifeclarity.blogspot.com Janet Smith

Ohh sexy poem — I really like it. I will have to read more Jack Gilbert. But first my taxes…(sigh)

Visit your possible life.

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