As many times as it occurs, logic would dictate that I wouldn’t, on reading some collection of words strung on a page, on hearing something said or sung, feel as if the world stopped spinning, if only for an instant, while I took those words in and pondered them – or maybe it is in that instant that they take ME in and ponder me, search me? Regardless, those words today are from Lawrence Raab’s poem, My Life Before I Knew it:
“One day, one of those strangers would introduce herself to me, and then the life I’d never been able to foresee would begin, and everything before I became myself would appear necessary to the rest of the story.”
It occurs to me... 