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by Jim Nicholson ©
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when
my curiosity out ran me, life slowed down
from
the time
I
remember
I
have always
wanted
to know
I
always
had
to know
what
was beyond
the
dust and the fences
the
herded horses
and
the cattle
everyone
grew
their
own vegetables
and
you developed
your
skill set to fit in
working
close
to
where the elements
met
your electrical
needs
inside your bones
one
day
on
the day
I
got my name
I
was born again
on
that day
I
was given
emergency
ankle surgery
and
became who I am
you
see
they
did not want me
to
keep running away
to
keep looking for answers
I
kept hearing
questions
in my head
songs
of a handbill
in
constant unfinished written
the
characters remained the same
but
the actors always changed
the
patterns rang bells
paused
me leaning constantly
in
squint filled warm afternoons
these
questions
always
said
look
for answers
where
no one
wants
them to be
my
name is
Hobble
Jones, he said
as
he paused for a moment
to
lean into his spirits
before
saying
he
has been at this
corner
piece of forgotten
for
a long time now
that
he traces memory now
in
the smell of ashes
and
the curve tides
of
sand and wind
and
the directional lace
calendars
in the clouds
Hobble
said
when
he was a young man
he
asked the keepers
of
the depot
when
the next train was coming
what
was beyond this
what
was there
and
every time
they
would look at him
and
speak in a language
of
half smiles and eyes and say
look
within and bother yourself
no
more with the arrows of time
that
fly from your eyes
those
birds, your legs
will
never be able to catch
their
points of woven returns
are
your dreams now
that
ask what is beyond this
what
have we come to know
in
our four walls and
the
leather books
pressed
into our skin
at
the near edges
of
the desert
closing
in
the
stories
Hobble
says
will
all be
in
the creases
of
our expressions
and
the pauses
of
our words
so
eventually
everyone
of you
just
like the keepers
told
me too
will
tell the story
of
just how we came
to
store migratory parts
of
humanity here
just
in case
we
hear
that
train
a-coming
again
EJR
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