The Mechanics of Time-Space as Experienced in a Rear View Mirror

Lisa Vihos

We pull up to the curb
a block from the middle school.
 
I have exactly two seconds
to throw my voice under the radar
 
to say goodbyehaveagooddayiloveyou
as a ventriloquist would, without moving
 
my lips. Because you are already
scanning the sidewalk—for boys, girls? 
 
I’m not sure who you are looking for, 
but God forbid they should see you
 
talking to your mother. You say okay, 
grab your sack, and dash away.
 
You join the flow of somber teens
and I, the flow of other harried mothers
 
and fathers, none of us quite sure
what to do with the likes of you.
 
Seventh grade is not what it used to be.
I watch you in my rear view mirror
 
and remember other school mornings
when I was your beloved escort. 
 
Now, you wait for traffic to clear,
then saunter—nonchalant—across the lawn. 
 
I imagine someday, when I am far away,
I will catch you in a distant mirror,
 
as you sit in a car, looking back
at your daughter or your son. 
 
In your own mirror, you'll see
what I see, that same one.  

 

 
 
 Lisa Vihos

Lisa Vihos

The poems of Lisa Vihos have appeared in numerous journals, both print and online. Twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize, her fourth chapbook, Fan Mail from Some Flounder, just appeared in 2018 from Main Street Rag Publishing. She is the poetry and arts editor of Stoneboat Literary Journal.

 

 

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