by Nan Goheen

Created on: January 02, 2010   Last Updated: February 02, 2010

I’ve returned from

   Another space or time.

Or maybe like Van Winkle

   Been asleep for a very long time.

Have just awoken to no food, no home,

Landed in the midst of war and famine, .

Yet there are too many people caught

 in drama. Still.

Over things I never understood

Like imagined slights, resurrected hurt 

way past the expiration date.

Comparing hang nails

To heart attacks

And a bad night’s sleep

To being run over by a dump truck

I speak

In an unknown Language

For which there appears

No translation

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