Keeping (and Telling) the Past

DARK RHYTHM, a poem by Carli V. Lowe

We stand on stage

Elevated and

On display.

Camera bulb flashes and

We are captured

Unnamed.

We search for a familiar face in

Suspended motes of dust,

Finding connection

Only in each other.

Posed,

A defiant spectacle,

Speaking the words of others as though

They belong to us.