Past lives intersect in my nightmares and day dreams
They crash into each other at odd angles
Small town signs on big city streets
Asian smells in country kitchens
Beds unfamiliar and lives unfinished
Evolution and reincarnation with every rotation of the earth.
Where I am is where I am not.
Body and mind disconnected,
One constantly pulling the other into alternate realities.
The wheel always turns,
But time folds in on me.
That once straight arrow
Is bent and creased like discarded origami