April 19 2016

April 19 2016


Old age is a time of disconnect.

Time alive is time to collect all sorts of sensation.

Contemplation requires the stuff of thought.

Of observation, anticipation, raw material,

In flashes, discrete or serial,

To recollect, inspect as significant or not.

What levers sensible reaction,

At times incomprehensible,

Can wriggle aimlessly

In vacuums of non-response.


The mind does not mind,

Does not obey the regularities

Of presumption.

Illusion fabricates connectivities

Out of confusion.

Similarities out of color, shape

That would normally escape

Attentions of convention

Invite themselves like strangers

Slipping in through unlocked doors.

They sit and glare at one, uninvited.


One cannot offer a polite

Cup of tea to these intruders.

They threaten, appear at night

Or at a pause of reminiscence.

They oppress, but can. sometimes,

Express the illusive repressed uncatchable

That resolves some uneasy finality.


So the chase persists.

Scampering after black cats

In midnight alleyways.

No matter how intensely

They are sought,

They are, perhaps,

Better uncaught.




One thought on “April 19 2016

  1. Dear Jan, with your permission, this should go to Facebook for all members gathering there to see and feel what is on your mind.
    The crucial information is hidden in your graphic.
    I wish you peace of soul and mind.


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