a poem by Timothy Gager (1 of 2)

The Enabler

I'm having premonitions of death which manifested last week in me
lying in bed thinking about my own. I know. It's not going to be me,
but I feel something coming, something so horrible that I'm afraid to
say anything to anyone, even if it's about weather. My thoughts tell
me that when it rains, things will get wet. I know what water is.

When I was a kid, I'd place my ear on train tracks. When I heard the
vibration, I ran. I've become deaf and slow. Now distance is too close.

I still can see you lying on the tracks when I pay for the ticket.
Trains move quickly.

© by Timothy Gager

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #13 ~ January 2011    next poem