Memories Now & Other Poetry
How does a memory age at present?
It sits where it’s made, gaining traction
Between us, morphing in swift reaction
To the whim of each passing second spent.
This feels like memory, leapt from future
Like songs played in reverse, unthought of, new,
But welcome as their colors slide in view,
Aging in reverse, bonding tense, time’s suture.
Tomorrow, when I recall, I’ll have known
Already that I stowed this shot away
In my records, safe from time’s shearing scuff.
By Saturday afternoon, I’ll have flown,
Homeward, only after sealing that day
Of which I may never have quite enough.
The pain of age does not diminish
With the passage of ample time -
The clock ticks on toward its finish,
And I stumble through life’s pantomime
Unwary of its insignificance,
A stray good act my paltry penance
For grave, unreconciled misdeeds.
Each wrinkle and pain and ache feeds
The unseen beast, equal parts dread
And regret. Kids walking to school
Stroll by, jokes never left unsaid,
Contests - who’s lame? Who’s cool?
I can’t warn them of the torment
That may come for them some day,
And rob them of the enjoyment
That sparks for now, but can’t stay.
John Masella is a poet from northern New Jersey. Influenced by the likes of Philip Larkin, John’s work leans on realism and accessible language to explore themes of impermanence, missed opportunity, reflection. You can check out his artwork and poetry on Instagram.