for Pat C. - in memory
we return, never the same point,
that’s gone, that’s passed
but a familiar conjunction,
place, person, angled commemoration
unsettling déjà vu—
from the hours’ spiraling edge, I call you
to mind, to heart, to touch ghosts
in the stairwell, serious roots thrusting
us around today, tomorrow
to come here again yesterday, another furrow
another spiral turning up the past.
(c) John Robert Lee 2012
(c) John Robert Lee Photo - "After Lunch"