Advice to a Lost Time Traveler
Poetronica: Poem + Video + Music
First, look under your feet:
Is it brick or dirt? Concrete or gold?
Are you on a bridge? Are you on the moon?
What about your surroundings? Is it light?
Can you see the sun? Is it still there?
Or is it dark? If it’s black as night, then
you might be in Akanaten’s tomb or
Charlotte Bronte’s study; or you might have gone too
Far into the future--after the singularity and the Google bots have killed us all.
Or you might be on the edge of Earth’s existence--
Right before creation--
Take a second--breathe--
See if light comes.
Or Maybe you’re in the womb
about to be born
And you know everything, like all babies know,
and you’re about to forget it all
And spend your days like the rest of us:
wandering the Earth
Trying to figure out
what year it is? Why am I here? Where is home?