We are divided absolutely into two camps
said the women in her very British way
between those who see themselves
moving along time like they are walking
on a scroll unrolling and those who are
standing in a river that flows past them.
I would like to add according to my experience
those who see time as a life sentence in a cell
made of cinder blocks and iron bars with photos
taped to the wall of memory that separates us
from every other prisoner and these are mine
like the day at the beach with the little hermit crab
Waving his claws in the bright light of the present
glinting off the blue-green surface of the past.