Everything Backwards is the Same
Today will race along like any other day
yet today is formed backward--either way
you flip it, the date reads the same. They say
life has already happened, that we remember
each event as it plays out...thus déjà vu.
The wheel turns and life changes. Single,
now engaged, remembering his face, his hands,
his warrior posture riding the plains, hunting
buffalo. Me a princess gathering nuts and seeds,
awaiting his return. Everything happens at once,
stacked like pelts outside the tepee, sun blazing
over the land.