At eighteen, I stepped into the other world,
the one that sounds fantastical but is not.
Drainage pond at the bottom of a hill on campus,
behind it a small straggle of winter woods,
beyond that, a path towards the sports fields.
Grass still green in the mild mid-Atlantic,
twiggy dried milkweed standing and fallen,
plain as plain, just hidden, just waste.
An ordinary afternoon, and I felt surfeited with reading;
walking down the hill, I cast away my mind.
At the water’s edge I looked at the surface;
the water looked back at me. The world had eyes:
perceived me as I perceived it, all the same.
The bare treetops in the distance moved in my arms.
I felt the cawing of the crows that rose inside my chest.
But no crows there, no chest here, only that cawing,
that burning and empty annunciation
of how we too are the shine in the tufts of the cracked pods,
falling and lifted in the wind through everything.
All of this I could see, while I rubbed my eyes,
as if to dislodge a film that was not there.
This happened. I was a freshman, with no one to tell.
Why do we seek imagined worlds? We know nothing
of what is real, how wondrous and complete.

© 2018, Anne Myles

3 thoughts on “The Other World

  1. What a wonderful turning in the poem:

    An ordinary afternoon, and I felt surfeited with reading;
    walking down the hill, I cast away my mind.
    At the water’s edge I looked at the surface;
    the water looked back at me. The world had eyes:
    perceived me as I perceived it, all the same.

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  2. What a beautiful, thought provoking and varied collection of artists and art. Thank you for allowing me to contribute and be a part of this community for a moment in time. To those who contributed and for the effort and talent in bringing this together – Thank you all.

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