Reel

Reel

There's more inside then entangled lines of celluloid

more memories than moments marked on screen

yet the reel takes up so much real

and I loose myself in perfected illusion

living in replaying some one else's story

So simple

to allow direction to consume

artificial lighting swallows the sun

and another tale becomes my path

stagnant motion between couch and glass

my day not governed by the hand of God

but by the taped vision of another mortal

My days become scenes

afternoons, matinees

evenings, bargain nights

I produce absence

my control I've left remote

as I wait for the lights to come up

and existence to wrap

December 16, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen