i carry it
metaphorically
metamorphically
associate objects
of past moments
i keep them with me
it’s heavy
not easy
a real physicality to burden
i’m a rickshaw puller, carrying this past
this past, the passenger
sitting passive, stagnant
beauty built on being fluid, now rigid
we are sad arthritic hands, wishing for our looser days
and wasting what movement we have left
desiring what we once had
we can’t have what we had
we make anew