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
poems 2 die for 