Snapshot
...
The past and present go together.
I found that out when I went back
to a place I should never have been.
It was empty; untouched,
but for the fingers of the wind
through the musty draperies,
moving things and
making them live again...
and letting that somber light
touch that photograph of you.
I whispered to myself
but there was nothing to say.
Your eyes cursed at me,
so lovely (and loveless),
left me with no brain,
no courage,
no breath.
They talked like a window
to a secret,
giving me that
seldom feeling;
looking at me like a sheep-killing dog.
I wish I had stayed stone-blind
in the good, clean dark.