Other people lie next to me.
They breath uneasy beside thee.
Yet I call out with distain,
I am still whilst I am ill.
Other people accompany me.
Perhaps, just perhaps I should stand.
Others might follow, least not leave a hollow,
For then other people would lie not next to me.
Could it be that I should walk,
Would the masses ensnare me,
Let’s see as I flee, this emotion and me.
Not then to run and embrace the flow,
Is there a pull upon my knee?
We turn looking at my thought,
how near or far will it be.
The problem with reflection is one of encirclement.
I run back to see, no that was not really me.
Yet there I lie quite still,
By the side of the river,
my ghost and me.
By Tamiko Ono
Originally published December, 2019. Reformatted and edited September, 2020.