‘Old Ideas,’ A Poem by Sawhney

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Old Ideas

I sit in stillness

and I hear old murmurs

of what

I pushed aside

 

Years past,

I knew you

 

Today,

I don’t know

 

What is this impromptu message

arising

before my mind

 

Years have passed

and what have I done

to be brought

face to heart

with discarded remnants

of an old life?

 

Ripples wash through me

creating waves

washing old ideas

and now,

all I know

is what I feel

 

The stillness brought in

the ripples,

that brought in the tide,

that brought in 

old ideas,

like you.

 

What more is left to discover?