Lou J. Klaiber

DRIFTING… ALWAYS DRIFTING

I felt the steel
shaking.
… the chopper lifting,
… away from the old dreams
of myself.

I don’t know if memory
really remembers!

I don’t know if anything
is right.

… anymore.

I see faces
as though they were
dreams!

I see places
flashing … as somewhere,
… then nowhere,
and nothing,
… nothing
is as it seems!

I look into my dreams
and see myself
dying,
… always dying,
into an old.
memory.