poems written on the fly

can you leave things behind if you’re going in a circle?

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 April 2008 at 5:47 am

The world changes
and we change in it

Divergent paths
verge

Veer off
into other lives

Meet again
in some other form

Do we recognize
this place
as if sprung
from nowhere?

Are we known
here anymore?

Or has everything
simply moved on?

(D. James)