Judith Roche


What We Learned from Old Boyfriends

     
     One day you walk down a road
     and the forest closes behind you.
     When you look back you can't see
     where you've been, though you'd planned
     to take your hard-earned knowledge
     with you into the unfurling future.
     It's fine-grained quality allowed some
     to sift away like spilt powder in wind.
     The rest turned liquid, a rain so light
     your parched appetite soaked it up.
     It's deep in your body now
     but you can't call it up to mind.
     Possibly it freshens your cells
     and informs the most desperate decisions.
     Possibly you've pissed it away
     like time, which is lost
     and wondering through that dark forest
     tangled with past-tense kisses
     though you can only bring back
     the high points, and they distorted,
     the boyfriends like you mother -
     who is both closed off in the deep wood behind
     and waiting for you at the end -
     of what you can't say. What is clear
     is you are alone on this stretch
     and without what you wanted
     to pick up along the way.
     
     
     
     


Copyright © 1996 Judith Roche

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