Memorial Day


Memorial Day

Arriving at this point
without knowledge of the journey,

the slow collapse and internal
dampening – the shutting down, the closing in – lost

in the shadowed veil, my eyes flutter open to find
everything in its place, yet

altered, as if viewed from a single step
closer at a different height, offering a disturbing

clarity. Looking up, I wonder that she wakes me
from a dream of dogs on this, of all days,

only to detect under me linoleum in place of the bed,
my glasses skewed from the impact,

the floor and left side of my head wet. You looked
like you were reaching for something, she says,

and perhaps I was, though with hand outstretched
I found nothing to hold but the darkness.

 

“Memorial Day” was first published in Eclectica in July 2014, and was, much to my delight, subsequently included in Eclectica Magazine’s 20th Anniversary Best Poetry Anthology.

15 thoughts on “Memorial Day

  1. Eclectica knows quality when they see it,obviously. This one is indeed particularly good. It has a quality I have no name for but like, one I’ve found in descriptive bits by Raymond Chandler that hint of dark complexities about to unfold.

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  2. This is powerful, Bob. I’m reminded of my uncle Martin, who went to war in 1918 as a bright, friendly and responsible kid. When he returned two years later, he was an alcoholic mess, and remained so until two years before his death at 68.

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