I come to a state of poetry blindness but I chose to write. I write about the challenge of crafting a haibun out of a true birthday story, or a big-looking moon, or both. I struggle and start strolling down a spiral that repeats itself, but not exactly. I write about it. I strive to write about my recent birthday flying west through an extended night, and the closest moon to the Earth since 1948. I wonder if the blindness is real or if it is a consequence of the struggle that keeps curving my path. I chose to write. Super Moon. Birthday. Both. Challenge. Choice. Moon. Day.
Dark November hours — thoughts
trapped in curves without closure
until brightness fills the sky
I remember holding this same letter (a weird object)
questioning its authenticity
Here I am writing it now
feeling stuck in an anticausal reality
— your possible future
Should I tell you about the sky of your tomorrow?
Shall you be protected from tears to come? (Will the joy still follow?)
Here I am thinking of me thinking of you
with the power to change it all to open the alternative path (to write a Pandora letter)
Though I can I won’t
(I wonder how it started to exist in the first place) (Was it when I read it first as you are reading it then?) (Or when I wrote it as I am writing it now?) (Was I joking when I first wrote I remember holding this same letter)
I want you to read the words in my memory
About today
The moon still shines at night
You are happy
The path is worth walking once more & again
I would not exchange any tear
a single laugh
or a casual jump
Here’s your homework
Can you walk the same path and be as happy as I am?
If so burn this letter the night I burnt it so I can get to write it today
Here’s a clue
If your future can be the same as mine
you walked to the balcony and looked at the stars
right after reading my question about tomorrow’s sky
Here’s the catch
Can you memorize these words?
Do you think I did?
Thinking of me thinking of you
I
_____Adriana Citlali
XIX-II-MMXV
Written for Poetics @dVerse.
Have you ever imagined receiving a letter or poem from your future self?
On occasion he forgets the pace
and finds himself running in circles
Some circles had been run often
They are now deep and quiet
He rarely strolls the imaginary dark side
–empty brightness can be bliss
But today he drew a raven in a crater
that cannot be seen from Earth
A shadowless bird flew around and left
The old man cried alone
His heart wants to draw that memory again
A painful illusion (ephemeral silhouette)
He shall stroll once more
with hazy reasons
The old man cries alone
_____Adriana Citlali
VI-VIII-MMXIV
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