Past Is a Dimension
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.”