now and last night. yes.
i read something i hadn’t read before. for some, this means their first time reading poetry for a crowd. what i mean is that i wrote it oct 8, 2015 (as the note was dated on my phone where it stayed) and then looked at it for the first time, more than a year later, over a microphone to a crowd recorded for a radio show. i didn’t know we were going to be recorded that night. I didn’t know what I might read. but trust. we’re at feverhead and it’s the other open mic and now cynthia’s here with her own radioshow so, of course, i will share. the now notebook i had on me didn’t have things to be spoken that night so i tried to get to my blog but my phone is hahahahahah then i remembered writing this note – in glancing at the first few words alongside my memory of them i felt it would remain good to share in this moment – so i pulled it up as i walked to the mic. it is like this. time is all together. when i say ‘i’, i mean ‘you’. it read:
doors close
still
there is flow
we will not
knowhow
things go
come.
all i
cando
is be
there
here
as they
do.
it is a ride.
i can see all around me.
Wide Open and
behind
me.
Time.
and the future
come
the back
of my head.
No.
the future is now.
the past, now.
now is all
there is
now
I also choose
to be the
memory
or the
imagined.
Instead
I can see
bylistening.
Bysitting.
Still
I am
breathing.
Smile.
Trust the fear. The real kind. kNO(w)T your own.
I sit
and
beWilder.
Still
is
important.
Behind my bones.
Behind my flesh.
UNderneath
as if seen from above.
All perspectives which are not out the front of my face.
(edited 28Oct2016)
Cole G 