The Past

So much has passed
through my mind,
gotten lost, or buried
in the litter of years,
in a drawer shut for so long
that when it was opened,
it exhaled a musty smell
as if an animal had once lived there.

A reflection glimpsed
in the pool of the past:
some myths mean more to a child.
For me, it was Daphne and Apollo--
a chance encounter turned brutal
released into death-in-life.
And Oedipus, trapped
by inescapable fate just when
he thought himself free.

The weight of the past
shifts under me,
like a massive plate
sliding beneath the earth’s crust,
colliding with the present,
creating mountains and seas
where I must find a new
balance, moving ahead.