pith…

You will remember that this world will not last.
You will remember that I’m the large sunny rock to
lie upon. Blend into me in case the world is too large.
You aren’t even listening.
Except to your own thoughts about noise and food.
I am trying to explain the world to you.
You will move away from me.
You may hate me. love me.
Funny.
I have not even given
birth to you. Have not even conceived you.
But there you are my unexplainable yellow
thought. Ages I have seen in old photographs.
Smells my parents put before me.
I will do the same for you even before
I have any semblance of a human to feed.
If I ever get there meet me
meet me because I will not know
who I am.

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© Jenny Benjamin-Smith, 1999.