At the End of Time & Synesthesia

by Peter Lopatin (August 2019)
 
 
Silhouette du Peintre,  Léon Spilliaert, 1907
 
 
At the End of Time
 
I. Together
 
What is it that we can never do together?
We can die at the same time, but not together.
 
At the edge of a field, alone in December,
I recalled when we were lost in fog together.
 
How did the flock of geese know to keep to the air,
Away from harm, unless they reasoned together?
 
If the cause of death is found to be disorder,
Then immortals would be those who stay together.
 
I think you’ve never known how beautiful you are.
I cannot tell you now: we are not together.
 
When gravity, like sitting down, is understood,
All forces will be snug, bound like a sheaf of wheat, together.
 
In the end, when time has fallen out of favor,
Our memories will evaporate, together.
 
 
II. Alone
 
A tall building in a small prairie town is alone.
It was someone’s optimism; he too was alone.
 
At the edge of the building’s plaza, checking her watch,
She waits, not knowing if she will be dining alone.
 
One bird, out of formation; is it a sentinel?
Is it he or the rest of the flock that flies alone?
 
In anticipation of the coming winter,
One considers whether to vacation alone.
 
The homogeneity of Grand Central Station
Permits the traveler to practice being alone.
 
Can you go someplace near, utterly without reason,
And pretend you belong there, without feeling alone?
 
Among the most disturbing questions: “Will that be all?”
None want to say yes, knowing it is to feel alone.
 
 
III. Begin
 
At the antipodes one wonders whether to begin.
They are antipodes because that is where we begin.
 
A mouse hesitates, seeing a hawk wheeling above.
The hawk hesitates, wants to dive, but cannot begin. 
 
An important exception to the general rule:
True enough that change is all, but death does not begin.
 
He anticipates some other calling; it arrives.
He does not hear it though, and so does not begin.
 
The hostess offers canapés, fine wine and her smile.
But the guests are too polite; none are able to begin.
 
What did you see in the afternoon, when the sun died?
Did you see yourself fleeing east, wanting to begin?



Reclining Nude in Front of Mirror, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, 1909-1910
 
Synesthesia
 
as if, when I hear you
speak, there were a rolling in my
flesh, as of gentle swells at sea
 
as if, at your easy touch
            (when you need, let us
            say, to draw my attention
            to some small concern)
a sound issued forth from my
indolent brain, something like
a shimmer of strings in Ravel or
Debussy
 
as if, upon my utterance
of your name, a soft amalgam
of incipient light would
stand in for my exhaled breath
and impart to the ambient air
the slightest hue
 
as if, then, when our touch
goes further, and senses blend,
the undulations of our pair
become a composition with no
name, and in one great coda,
cast new color on the air
 
 



 
 

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Peter Lopatin was born and raised in New York where he earned his JD degree and practiced corporate law for thirty years. Along the way, he studied philosophy as a graduate student at the New School for Social Research. After retiring from his legal practice, he obtained a Certificate from the New School in teaching English as a Second Language and has been an ESL teacher since then. He has taught at the University of Connecticut/Stamford, Norwalk Community College, Manhattanville College and, most recently, at the Stamford English Language Academy. Peter's short stories and book reviews have appeared in Commentary, The Weekly Standard, The New Atlantis, and New English Review. His poetry has appeared in New Millennium Writings and Poetry East.

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