I launch the time machine by opening
this case of photographs locked against time
present and future. Even places (Newark, Paris)
frozen sepia and white 100 years removed
marveling at light and air from 2017.
Forgotten in the lilies of the day
are the night’s terrors of the soul.
No mystic, not a believer, simple soul,
without divine connection, floating lightly and free,
a butterfly toiling and spinning at blooms.
Inspired by The Dark Night of the Soul by St. John of the Cross.
Doppelgängers – someone who looks just like you –
German “double-goer” once ghosts of the living.
This apparition of a living person means,
if seen as yourself, you’re about to die.
I met myself today. I’m still here.