Visit your possible life.

 















Going There

-Jack Gilbert

Of course it was a disaster.
The unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a disaster.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life.

[image from here] 

Comments

[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?

[Janet Smith]

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