Here
and there
by Craig Kirchner
We
all know here.
It’s
there that is a mystery.
Here
is usually about 2 cubic yards,
including
aura and twirl,
you
occupy now, this instant.
Hello
there. There, there,
don’t
take this so seriously.
There,
I told you it was green,
you
see everything as blue.
There
will be a consequence.
At,
or to that place, at that moment,
destinations,
now, past and future.
There
becomes the passage,
the
next room, the appointment,
that
trip to Europe, or the road not taken.
Our
journey is about being there
for
someone, there for life.
Time
is quickening, there
are
new limits kicking in,
the
leash is shortening.
There’s
a drive to Pawleys coming,
we’ll
be there days with good friends,
the
beach, the sunrise, great conversation,
and
then mostly we’ll be here
musing
our journey and one another.
Craig Kirchner
thinks of poetry as hobo art, loves storytelling and the aesthetics of the
paper and pen. He has had two poems nominated for the Pushcart, and has a book
of poetry, Roomful of Navels. After a writing hiatus he was
recently published in Decadent Review, Wild Violet, Last
Leaves, Literary Heist, Ariel Chart, Cape Magazine, Flora Fiction,
Young Ravens, Chiron Review, Yellow Mama, Valiant Scribe and several
dozen other journals.
