Jessica

Imagine we really had met in the seventeen and nineteen year old flesh

the love we would have made as spectacular as every atom

nuclear reactions blowing up each nerve in our systems

a fusion of elemental beings exponentially exploding

into the vastly expanding cosmos the way we are this morning.

By now we'd have evolved astronomically probably

and become an entirely new species and our child

would have grown up to be buddha. She'd teach both ends

of the universe in mandarin and english speaking in pictograms

and parables and the world would understand.

Her name would have been Jennifer Charlotte. She'd be

the great writer and philosopher of her generation and

sometimes I'd call her Jessica.  Perhaps it was at the party

where we met that we both let go of her hand and now

she comes to us only in our dreams.

Tuesday, 24 April 2010

Oakham, Rutland

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