fulcrum

and now I do as I have done before
in this moment alone always alone
like I’d heard and turned to a closing door
the one outside to whom nothing was shown

turning the page I forget the story
already told it needs no retelling
it’s me holds the book unfolds before me
held in its narrative fast propelling

to where it reads I leave you leaving me
you on to your life me fast on my way
what’s been is suddenly past retrieving
and to come to last as has yesterday

1972