I Let My Mind Wander Around You
Missed Connections in Philadelphia
I was leaving and I called for it to return, but it was gone.
Fuck I thought.
I’m gonna be late if I go after it at this hour.
Could take all day to find.
So I left. I figured it would be there when I got back.
I must have come home and fallen asleep.
I can’t recall how that day ended.
It melded into the next like water changing place,
I realized something was wrong when I realized time had passed.
What had happened though. My appearance seemed almost the same.
My mind came to get me.
There was no where to go, nothing I could do. It knew all about me.
I moved along until I arrived.
People were there. I looked from one to the next. They all resembled you.
It seemed like a lot of people.
I walked up to you and asked you what was going on.
I asked you why I see you in everyone I must meet.
The color of fair would be grey.
In the charcoal and ash of burnt emotion.
No matter what, something is always left over.
My mind left me there. I don’t know where it went.
If it smoked, maybe it was smoking; I can’t account for it.
I tell myself I need the mind in order to find the girl.
But if it returns, will I want to let it go again.
No answer and I keep repeating the questions.
Find the mind, find the girl.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
“No answer and I keep repeating the questions. Find the mind, find the girl.” This missed connection from Philadelphia is so interesting – it’s thoughtful without being maudlin, inquisitive with a dash of confusion, and curiously riddle-like. Are they looking for another or are they looking for themselves? “Unreserved” by Janine (whose work has previously appeared on these pages) makes this puzzle of a poem complete. Beautiful, complex, decidedly memorable.