A long walk with the dogs
to the village centre
in the bright evening light,
lost between the landscape
in its first moment of spring,
and the memories it evokes,
the pain of which makes
the churning mind
try to change the past,
chart a different path
around the shoals of life
to this same moment -
the old useless quest, ending
only at our own oblivion -
which takes us from the living
moment, and fetters us
to the dead moments surviving
only in memories reshaped
by tragedies of our doing;
taking this cool, crisp
April landscape of light
which should be a balm,
and with each painful
thought hammering
it into one more link
in the long chain which
binds and dooms us.
01.04.2021
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