being and time
I remember a time in a time not this but another me present here and me there
too and I am with you you who are not here
and it is summer in this fall and your skin
is wet and I feel the cool on your warm a drop swelling with reflected sky collapses
and spreading my finger spreads the wet
along your wrist and the feeling is now
and was then and it calls to the future where are you
what touches this moment
and where is the me that was then
and the now that reappears and my heart cannot tell
the difference any more than the happy dog that greets me tail wagging after the funeral.
David Banach is a queer philosopher and poet in New Hampshire, where he tends chickens, keeps bees, and watches the sky. You can read some of his poetry in Isele Magazine, Gyroscope, Etymology, Ars Sententia, and Amphibian Lit. He is co-editor of Touchstone, from the Poetry Society of New Hampshire.