The Long Encounter
October 5, 2007 § Leave a comment
I don’t know how I got into this room in my mind…
I was sitting in-between two dark women
standing beside me,
wanting to be chosen, too,
by whom some may think is
To me, he just told the truth
and kept telling it, over and over;
And it sounded like nobody
wanted to hear it really…
He provided to those…
And handed me, his new companion-
A bar of chocolate,
with his face on the wrapper,
matching the sweetness inside.
A decade ago,
he was much thinner:
I like the way he is now
and the way he was then…
I hope to enjoy the chocolate with him:
The wish to escape difficulties
It’s only temporary I hear.
He is now linked to this moment,
making me feel real welcomed, to his table-
I go, how friendly he is towards me.
He said warmly … he will get
the big white empty plates.
There were two others, sitting across from me.
I could tell they love jazz-
just by the way they looked at me.
My friend will be bringing back those
needs, my appetite;
Perhaps, even status or I will restore
I hear in the past only the rich had plates:
I look forward to being rich.
I don’t know what happened;
but, I looked up in the skies-
and witnessed something horrible,
The plane tore in half…
and I saw the cockpit drop…
The men in it…
My heart could not retain
that pit feeling
in my stomach.
I woke up before my friend ever returned;
now, I don’t know about the future
projects or direction exactly.
Only recall the last words he said,
“Let me get the plates.”
I don’t even know what we were celebrating
or sitting down to discuss
or why he even invited me
to the table.
But, I do know this…
We have something deeply in common:
We love film, poetry, and jazz.
He made a quick dramatic change:
I did, too.
He took a big risk to transform
I did, too …
He changed and influenced others
while he was in that room,
even while he left…
Because I’m reflecting now
back to those days…
He broke away from a dangerous
We both never boarded that plane;
but, we both leaped into the unknown,
We represent the powerful symbol
of change, the yin and the yang:
The black and the white.
The eternal is speaking…
All the plans, love, hopes, and efforts-
Were made out to crash: its tragedy
moved its way into the web of relationships
and events—connected with the flight
we never took.
We both feel the rippling effects…
I saw those men, the first group—felt attacked
by their doubts and self-criticism.
I grabbed for their guns
and struggled, feeling out of control
like the way life’s events
are taking me…
I don’t think there is a way
to achieve goals,
making it in a real
No way to leave everything
and rise above
difficulties of the past.
Maybe, a way to escape
an early death
out of precaution;
but, sadly, no way to avoid-
The power of my friend’s mind
moves among millions still;
He’s not aware…
but, I have learned through him
in just one dream encounter…
in these many states of being.
He had a significant place
in our society;
reflected the times…
still we have.
He made me believe
that when no one cares
about your life,
Maybe, he will-
be back again…
© Sonya Rose