21 August 2010

'this is my past where no one knows me.
these are my friends whom i can't name -
here in a field where no one chose me,
the faces older, the voices the same.

why does this stranger rise to greet me?
what is the joke that makes him smile,
as he calls the children to meet me,
bringing them forward in single file?

i nod pretending to recognize them,
not knowing exactly what i should say.
why does my presence seem to surprise them,
who is the woman who turns away?

is this my home or an illusion?
the bread on the table smells achingly real.
must i at last solve my confusion,
or is confusion all i can feel?'

/ reunion by dana gioia, from the sept 2010 issue of poetry magazine