I have conversations in my head
with those who are surely dead
grands aunts uncles, father
the voices there
are they recordings
actual responses
or my mind’s creation.
I have conversations in my mind
from those with which I’ve shared this time
lovers soldiers formers
and others
in what seems like lifetimes ago
not my own, somehow,
sometimes this is just the past
replayed, the reality, as it laid
with my wisdom now
screaming at the scene
always knowing
that is the frame of that happening
that has happened
long ago or yesterday
still behind, of that today
to wrap my mind, bend time
with conversations
played, in my head.

note: on my nightly walk in the neighborhood, I felt like my mind was a pantheon of past and present, talking to those gone (from this earth) and those gone (from my life)… and others still who I see daily… it is a strange thing, and like dreams, feels just as real…