POEM FOR 1983 ME (revised version)

POEM FOR 1983 ME

there you are
in that disintegrating photograph
so sure of yourself
Mr Wry Smile, so unsure of
yourself : deconstruct
this photo Professor Academic
Expert
so much space here
to delineate those inner doubts
and (to make no bones
about it) existential torments
scars of neglect

and what eyes have browsed this?
looked here, remembered,
eyes have looked into,
souls loved, have loved,
still love
could never
possibly forget
(know who you are, know
what history we have,
stuff
    shared together)

and now having
pulled this out of the hat
my next trick
will be
one of disappearance
taking all this stuff of self
off the shelf
go Cheshire Cat on you all
(having at times
threatened to
go full
mad hatter

perhaps in truth, far more Alice
caught right there
before the door into Wonderland
crazy. divine, nonsensical
quantum who
knows what
Wonderland

battling to balance
medicine that makes me
too big medicine
renders me too small

she
   of the sign of the Libra born
most loved of the beloved
quietly shaking
    her head at this point

and you
     who only yesterday
told me
to come visit

hit me
with all that goddess mythology
made everything
look so
   effortless

what fatal nonsense
was it our paths crossing

what fatal
nonsense was it
nothing and not
    everything, all?

WHAT IF?

WHAT IF?

what if
no picture
tells a
story?

what if
there is no
picture at all?

but faces are here
speaking their truth
hiding something

lining
the walls
of this
sublime gallery

and here, above all,
that enigmatic madam
with her Louvre smile

we all want the light
need the light
accordingly
     build chapels, erect
cathedrals, write
gospels of the heart

need to
      see everything, capture
everything
leave nothing
        to conspiracy
need

to know
     no one falls alone,
unlamented
from cliff
       into abyss

whose crevasse, to be blunt
has opened
        to receive you, eagerly
welcome
   into
the fold

little girl who caught the eye
out there in
     what was once Abyssinia

stalked
by a vulture

seem to need
a pinch of Solomon here

that I might
begin to understand