Retrofit

I keep looking for the black and blue
but there isn’t any, just the insistent pain
of a cosmic thwack upside the head;
memento of a stern parent to note
how I’ve skulked back into this life.
The Self betrayed by my dread.
I’m being shaken like an old rug
to loosen debris, soulshift overdrive;
so I don’t forget what’s waiting -
that endless moment before creation.
And this knot gets tighter as I try to undo
what destiny has planned.


© 2001 Melissa Songer