REWINDING INGRID

REWINDING INGRID

saw you
undrowning,
undrowned finally

the people at Gordon’s Bay
doing their beach thing
no idea
they are.
moving backwards

everything now
by cosmic decree
in reverse
.
and, then I saw you
leave the water getting younger
unwriting every
poem
   reliving ever relatiobship
every sexual
moment
   from its end
to the beginning

and there your monument
of course, that was doomed,
to die as it
         became newer, more
pristine
   less weather-scarred, beaten
and thing of deriliction
whose plaque
no one
   ever reads or heeds
.
now suddenly
      before it all gets dissolved
deconstructed by
the return
to its creation

this text so lucid, so
bright and
clear

like her poetry
when we all used to read it

Sun now
rising in the West you
might say.

setting before it rises.
logically, I suppose,
we all
   headed for the womb
and that
thing which
is death, and yet
has
   to be death’s opposite
polar different

and when
all rewound, not
  a star
    born yet

let’s
start again; press play
be better this time