The Mortal Calendar

Those days that seep into eternity,

sweep through the thoroughfare with defined dates,

they bring to mind and help us recollect

birthdays, first kisses, anniversaries,

those spectral days that we remember still

before the power of memory has gone.

Each year, as Merwin says, we pass the day,

that final day on which we pass away,

and move beyond the mortal calendar

to leave the memory of what was done

to those who may remember for a time.

Someone is already forgetting us.

Conor Kelly

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Conor Kelly  would be pleased to hear them.