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Past Is a Dimension

Aida Bode

 

Here are all the mornings

where I woke up to pick up dandelions

blow them to make wishes

which I’d forget as soon as the

white fuzz became a small cloud

in the sky of my palm.

 

Then, with the satisfied blue

I’d run up the stairs

to get home and find a jar

with soap water and

a sugar cane; I’d give birth

to rainbow bubbles;

 

just one breath and all the water of the world

would become a flying ocean

from the third floor of a chipped walled

building, toward invisible universes-

there, a little girl would see herself

on the round surface of a new dwelling place,

 

the breaths of childhood

left their footsteps

in the disbanding firmament

of an enthralling hull.

 

 

 

Aida Bode is a poet and writer from former communist Albania, whose works have been published in a variety of online and print magazines including Prelude, 34th Parallel, Allegro, West Texas Literary Review, Transcendent Zero Press, Three Line Poetry, Raven's Perch, Vayavya, and more. She’s the author of the well-received novel David and Bathsheba, based on the biblical story of King David and Bathsheba. Her writing style is characterized by a poetic sense filled with deep philosophical wonder.
Aida holds a MA in English and Creative writing from Southern New Hampshire University. More information about Aida and her writing can be found at www.aidabode.com.

“Very often, we're confused by the idea of ‘space time’, and yet, all we need to do is think about a moment in our past and find ourselves in a different place, in a different time, doing different things. Nothing else can explain the idea of space time better than memories.
This poem offers a glimpse of what scientists try to eloquently put in equations and theories. These lines are my space time, moments that shaped my childhood as I played carefree and rejoiced in the innocence of young age. These memories, wish-making dandelions, bubble-making sugar canes, the endless sky that was either silver or blue, remain unmoved, untouched, and unspoiled by whatever dust that may settle upon them.”