I’ve lived my life as if I were my wife packing for a trip—I’ll need this and that and I can’t possibly do without that! But now I’m about what can be done without. I just need a thin valise. There’s no place on earth where I can’t unpack in a flash down to a final spark of consciousness. No place where I can’t enter the joyless rapture of almost remembering I’ll need this and I’ll need that, hoping to weigh less than silence, lighter than light.
From The Memory of Water, published by New Issues Press. Copyright © 2011 by Jack Myers. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.
Date Published: 2011-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/dark-matter