When you were young

A meter tracking bike traffic on the Hawthorne Bridge in Portland. Like London Bridge in The Wasteland: "so many/I had not thought death had undone so many." but happier.

A meter tracking bike traffic on the Hawthorne Bridge in Portland. Like London Bridge in The Wasteland: "so many/I had not thought death had undone so many." but happier.

Images crawl up
Then are broadcast
For us to see
Into your past
When you were young.

Poses struck while
A camera clicked.
Days passed outside
Past what was snapped
When you were young.

The snaps resurface
Years later with
"Remember?" "Place?"
Sentimental whiffs
When you were young.

Others of us
Bear witness though
Not witnesses
Then, piqued to view
When you were young.

Ripeness, smoothness
And smiles thrown hard.
Warding distress
Like priest or bard
When you were young.

How, who was she.
Outstretch fingers.
If the same age,
Did they linger
When you were young.

You are hiding
Molting beauty
Sun skin honeying.
You were not you
When you were young.

I now hear you,
"I remember"
Sighed to be kind.
Arid nod back to
When you were young.

Dimmer souls swarm
And cling on you.
I'd want to warm
But not love you
When you were young.

I get stuck on
Your life from then
To now and when
You became you from
When you were young.

Did it turn when
Your edge cut through.
Someone heard when
You spoke your truth
When you were young.

The friends in stasis
Are the same but
Slower. Their paths
Clear, even back to
When you were young.

Fact and will changes
Every molecule
Of you. Estranging
Yourself more from
When you were young.