There will be days in which you wonder-
why is it you persist,
you and not the other person
some thirty years ago,
much different tone of voice
way that you sat in chairs even
emotions corresponding
to different hands and different feet.

You are carried by a thin fabric
whatever it might be
love’s territory
or the impossible belief in movement
the disorganization of your shadow
finding wall
by early light

then sent home
with the wrong name.

– James Diaz