it’s hard for me when my dead return
in my dreams vibrant, healthy not knowing
they’re already gone or perhaps it’s me
who’s made the jump, done the traveling,
challenged the dimensions, gone to the spirit world
where it’s like how I imagined déjà vu when I was
seven years old
another complete universe
all of us on Mars
just one second ahead of
all of us on Earth
and sometimes a slippage
a leaking from the container
too full to hold it all
About Laura Pendell
Laura Pendell grew up in Manhattan but made her escape to Northern California about 10 years ago. She received her MFA from Mills College and divides her time between making Artist's Books and writing poems. She and her husband raise Ponderosa Pine, Oak and Manzanita on a very untamed 12 acres. And no, she doesn't miss the Big City one bit.
