as though it doesn't matter what is real <br /> <br /> <i> " . . . something almost . . . with asking." <br /> —Brenda Hillman</I> <br /> <br />According to their signs we're in the country <br />Far off things are being put on the record <br />Where it may not matter to anyone <br />If the shadows hide themselves behind rain <br />The canal opening below the sky <br />Daytime moving in swirls the painted colors <br />Or the idea wind sometimes stops and starts <br />What we might more properly call nostalgia <br /> <br />If we wanted to we could follow later <br />Without giving up his place in the world <br />A color postcard folded in our pockets <br />The light informing us it's afternoon <br />When what we feel is we remember feeling <br />Not long ago it was the time before<br /><br />G.E. Patterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-may-happen/
