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I am looking at the world globe with my father.
He points and says: “This is where you are.”
“What do you mean? I am here with you,”
I respond, not understanding.
Father laughs: “You are here, but you are also there.”
“You mean there is a tiny copy of me who lives there?”
“No, I mean here is there.”
That did not make any sense, so I never learned geography.
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Beautiful. I had the exact same experience.
Posted by: sarah gelder | May 02, 2021 at 11:43 PM
Beautiful poem -- and I like how you juxtapose it with the image.
Posted by: David Lehman | May 05, 2021 at 01:10 PM