It Matters To Me

It Matters To Me.

(For Gerry Strange)

Backward the sight must see

Into the fog of memory

The many faces in the mind

Mirrored on the stage

The creaking boards

The knots and seams

Of ancient wood and dreams

Bowing to the audience

The actors on the set

It seems like all

Human beings

Like all insects

Like all organic things

Ephemeral changelings

Wisp a waft of final breath

Into the fog of memory

We who lose our friends

To the place where we must follow

Might seek comfort looking back

Into the fog of memory

So be it

Or so be it not

It matters or it matters not

For me this time it matters.

By Sean McGarry