Haven’t we met in another life
Swept down the banks of the river of cement
Heads down, heads up, shoulders hunched in
Going from our destination to where we last went

Spending time in the islands of stability
Where—ironically—we have the most chance to react—
Sometimes violently—leaving only an inert mix
A small cloud of probability each day, position not exact

Haven’t we met somewhere by chance
In an environment we’d both rather leave
Suddenly face to face, a drink in my hand
A surprise moment of truth while we all deceive

No? Really? …You’re sure?
My mistake.

Hi. I’m Mark.

Mark, of course, being named for the protagonist of A Match Made in Hell, which is reaching the end of its run this weekend.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2013. Title donated by Rebecca W.

This entry was posted on September 11, 2013 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Poem-a-day 2013