Palinode

Everyone reminds me of someone else,
and hence I surmise this space belongs
to time of some other time, else my memory
writes my existence with a pencil to reuse the expanse.

Everyone, even you; you remind me of
an earlier you, happier, I retract, you smile
now to equal the laughter of yesterdays;
you are a palinode. You laugh whenever
I stare at one of those mirrors we staged
to narrate the light throughout this space.
I stare and see. See some more. Time
belongs to some time else.

Kushal Poddar edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing. Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island' (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within” (Barbara Maat, Florida), “Kleptomaniac's Book of Unoriginal Poems” (BRP, Australia) and “Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems” (Hawakal Publishers, India). He can be reached at Facebook at: https://www.facebook.comKushalTheWriter/ and Twitter: https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe Read other articles by Kushal.