Gone wherever things go
when they are no more
is almost everything
we thought we remembered
of the old stomping grounds
including not only our former home
(its basement a great gaping hole)
but also the once-nearby house
where small white dogs barked
and climbed the fence like lizards
The children
who now roam
these crooked streets
will fare the same
They are not us
but we are them
There is a segment of my life
so much more loved than other parts
that when I turn to it in thought
it colors every other scene
and with each turning lets me know
more truly than before was known
and with each knowing lets me love
without remorse the memory of
what is not yet
I locked myself into my room
and locked the darkness out
but it crept in through the windows
and paraded all about
on the walls and on the ceiling
on my bed and in my eyes
Then before I knew what happened
it was gone, to my surprise
Wayne Daniel was born on a small farm a few miles from Novice, Texas. He attended public schools in Novice, Spearman, and Hamlin and has lived in New York, Santa Fe, Tallahassee, and elsewhere. He has three college degrees, because he had a hard time deciding what he wanted to do. He ended up as a professional librarian and retired from that work in 2010. Along the way he got poems and stories and articles published in several "little" magazines. He lives in El Paso, Texas.
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