Silt – A Poem by Michael A. Griffith
What goes up must come down
Embracing seems most graceful.
Besides what goes down must come up.
Submitted by Michael A. Griffith
I am beginning to forget more than I care to remember.
Turn out the light and I may forget what is in the room.
I remember Batman and Robin wearing their underwear
on the outside and The Joker had a mustache.
Did I remember to change my underwear today?
I am wondering if I knew you or if I know you.
No, you: you there.
Faces, not names, come to mind.
And smells and sounds wash off decades of silt,
and some details come to the surface like dead fish.
I am ending. I go on ending. I go on worrying when
I can’t remember my way home.
Did you remember to call me like you said you would,
or am I remembering the last time you said you’d call me
and come take me home?
About the Poet
Michael A. Griffith lives in Hillsborough…
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