Poem: (Re)Visiting The Dead

Head on my pillow

dozing o f f

Suddenly

a flash of a PLACE

will come to mind

will visit my rest.

All of the details of the place

so vivid that

I sense that I am there.

It’s a shock to my rest

how detailed such old memories can be

The sense of the place so clear in my pillowed head

the it jerks me briefly far away from my rest.

The dead of the place

Were the reason I was at that place sometime in the past

Death scenes from 

5 years

10 years

20 years past.

THEY are often present

As my memory re-visits 

the place

the presence of the dead isn’t scary.

They are just dead

They are Memories of the dead

We can re-visit the dead

(and their PLACES).

The dead do not visit us

Because they are gone

        And all the gods are gone too.

I do not like these dozing-off visits

There are no greetings

no conversation

just observation.

They are visits without a host

No sociality

I’m alone

All is imagery in these rooms

in these places.

I shake my head

change the thought

Adjust my pillow

and re-visit my rest.

©️Montgomery J Nelson