Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Change

Change

by Louis Jenkins


All those things that have gone from your life,


moon boots, TV trays and the Soviet Union, that


seem to have vanished, are really only changed.


Dinosaurs did not disappear from the earth but


evolved into birds and crock pots became bread


makers and then the bread makers all went to


rummage sales along with the exercise bikes.


Everything changes. It seems at times (only for


a moment) that your wife, the woman you love,


might actually be your first wife in another form.


It's a thought not to be pursued….Nothing is the


same as it used to be. Except you, of course,


you haven't changed…well, slowed down a bit,


perhaps. It's more difficult nowadays to deal with


the speed of change, disturbing to suddenly find


yourself brushing your teeth with what appears


to be a flashlight. But essentially you are the


same as ever, constant in your instability.



"Change" by Louis Jenkins, from Before You Know It: Prose Poems 1970-2005. © Will o' Wisp Books, 2009

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