Curtains!

It seems the old identity doesn’t die at first
but lingers like a ghost.

And when I find myself within that specter,
naturally I feel that something’s missing—
just about everything, that is.

A feeling of depression settles in,
an old association
with some previous lack
of confidence, direction, something.

But now there’s too
this understanding
there’s a lack of me as well!
Depression doesn’t exactly deepen,
but flattens.

I’m in Kansas once again.
And stay there until something stops
to rest within that,
of which I am—
then depression (and me)
disappears.

Hello Oz!


~Son Rivers 2009