Remember when everything didn’t remind you
of everything else. The island just an island
the faces of the people on the train belonging
entirely to themselves, and when you danced
your body was not occupied by every friend
you ever danced with, even those you no longer liked.
This life is overwhelming. What’s there to live for?
asks a woman of her mother who will not die.
Suffering! says her mother. And they laugh
and laugh into the hoary night.
The forgotten mountain
4 May 2016