"See what a comma can do?" ~ Diane Seuss
If I write about the past
as I often (I always) do,
whether or not I intend a narrative,
narrative is inferred, and in this way
not even any number of pauses (lyrical
or grammatical) can dispel the myth
of connection, a tissue that persists
through the muscular roadway of anecdotes
littered with random facts, the colored
fog of feeling and the leap from event
to causation isn't my doing but just
the way the mind does its thing, so if A
and B are next to C it doesn't matter
they're discrete, that time in 1965
and that other time in 1980 and
yesterday the tune that came on
when I turned on the car radio,
no, not the one I imagined I wanted
played at my funeral though I once
thought I knew, so I guess it's not
all up to me that the story of a story
persists, though here we all are
making it up as we go along—
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
