Around Again

[murren]

There are several elements I enjoyed about this poem. As others have noted, it's cryptic, but because of that, I find it appealing in that it gave me space to wander and ponder the subject. And what is that subject? For me, I thought about Time: the movement of time, the transience of things, the revolutionary aspect of happenings; how things seem to return to itself. I liked the title you gave the poem.

There are particular phrases I liked: "We play a slick reversal", "trees fly by on the way to somewhere", "the rocks under our shoes".

I feel like this is a poem worthy of continued revision, to an even better version of itself.

Thank you for sharing it with us.

Murren

Ok, here's my first shot in this forum. Enjoy - or not !

Around Again


Some say we’re back at the beginning,
but maybe it’s just the intermission,
and we’ve forgotten where we’ve left the popcorn.
The movie plays on,
but we’re still in the lobby
eternally wondering if the guy will get the girl
or vice verse.


We play a slick reversal, and soon
it is we who know how to call the shots
and do the chasing,
around the block corner
over the railroad tracks
where we find the old boxcar of our dreams
with the hairy mustached man sitting there,
waiting for us to jump aboard the moving steel
and leave the rocks under our shoes behind.


We enter a new world we may return from eventually -
now returning seems silly.
Trees fly by on the way to somewhere
and blue sky doesn’t look so real
when eyes dilate and lose focus
on the specifics of life.