They’re on you before you know it,
careering around the corner in that
flashy ball of light – curious, energetic
and eager to share the fun. You’re it.
Is that really you lying by the television or
slumped in the front seat, still alive?
You reach for a phone to call your mother
but she’s saying don’t worry darling,
I’m here, peeling away from your astonished
face another translucent mica flake.
There are layers of faces within you now,
each one vibrant with self-determined life,
fascinated by your stories, waiting their
turn to speak. You settle back painlessly
knowing the news can’t be all bad, it’s past!
These people you’re descended from, who seem to
know you, are saying that they own you
as you float on your back in champagne,
their faces are thought bubbles, popping
your elevated, delighting brain.
A voice deep inside you, which could
be your own, is saying Let’s Go …