I Wondered Why
When he died, no one told me,
why would they, I had not seen him in years?
Yet that day, he kept walking in and out
of my mind’s eye.
I wondered why?
“The world ends at 5 O’clock.,"
his voice rang in my ears.
Two tortured Nostradamus parables
fluttered-by like migrating Hooper Cranes.
I recall looking at my watch, and seeing only
the sun turning around a scarab beetle.
I remember asking a running man
how he was timing his race? The runner was
too busy counting to answer.
His words scurried through my head
like white mice. I wondered why?
Then I thought of the nursery rhyme,
and the farmer’s wife and her carving knife;
the blind mice running.
My stone house was ticking like a Mayan calendar.
My chair rocking back and forth like a metronome.
That evening he left my mind empty
even his face was just a clock
in a Salvador Dali painting.
Of course, I never knew he was dead,
I just heard what he said -
and I wondered why?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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