Do I believe in reincarnation? No. not in the strictest sense.
But if matter can neither be created nor destroyed I think there
must be
a piece of everyone's heart still beating somewhere
in the past or future tense.
I know we all become dust, but that dust becomes someone new
and so it takes a thousand parts to make a life, not just two.
And that is why maybe you cry at the sight of daffodils blooming
because a part of you lost his mother in the spring.
And somehow you are sure that you have heard your lover's
voice before.
(I swear, they feel it, too
because a piece of them also once loved a piece of you.)
I like that idea, you know.
That we are bound to other people
by carrying the traces of these same old souls
from a thousand years ago.
When I first discovered this young poet, I thought it was a "he" since I had only heard the name "Finn" used as a boy's name. It turns out it is a "she." But I've not been able to find out much more even though part of my reason for ordering her book "From the Wreckage" was that I had hoped it would have some brief biography. All her poems speak to me on a very deep level, but when I read this one, I felt as if she had somehow plunged into my mind and pulled out my very thoughts.