There’s the past
a grey-orange light
shaking and swinging
like a lantern on an old
bent branch
making shadows
throb in and out
till vertigo comes
and you fall headlong
back to today
There’s the past
where pain fell away
like leaves in fall
and nothing stuck
but the tar on the tracks
in August
and I could walk forever
past the farms
of southern Ontario
starving and loving
being lost
There’s the past
broken old father
of this shining boy
hidden away
safe inside an aging chest
dreaming of reckless 60 foot dives
into Elora quarry
plunging deep into dark
frozen cold and free
There’s the past
and I know it happened
’cause it left me here
as evidence
of a life once lived
But this time now –
present stands full-fleshed
hot in bright same sun
song of a beating heart
and boy’s blue eyes
come along for the ride
still
there’s the past
long shadow cast
falling behind
but never gone
always holding on by the heels
calling soft and firm
‘remember me’
Harnessing Chaos 
I love the picture this poem paints. Very well written.
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Very good! Thanks for the memories.
j
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