There is always a place and a time
To get back to
If only one could!
Where events, altered
One could have survived;
Chance conversations,
A casually read book,
Movements of oceans,
Chips in ones head,
A desire to be kissed,
A contemporary remake,
Lead to a disaster
At a later date.

Caught by one's Achille's heel
In a thicket full of trees
Climbing on a swan's back
In the middle of a breeze
Standing forever in that
Potential spot
Left open for a second
A dreadful plot.

Casting a fishing net into a pool
Searching for items thrown away
Too soon.
And I wonder if a bird's song
In a nearby tree
Could have brought me
Freedom and let me be.

Love Mary **