H.R. LINK

Metempsychosis

I asked the room, are you here?
The fan turned contented
So I closed my eyes to the
Music which made me feel
 
It is New York it is years ago
I am still and well and
Living. I am crossing
The bridge and I know
 
I will be alright. The taxi
Creaks its way toward Midtown
On a Friday in the Winter
I am safe. Then I opened
 
My eyes back into the room
Where it was 2020 and I could not
Go anywhere and New York
Felt like a dream in any
 
Century. The light spilled across
The ceiling and my hair across
The pillow (too long by now)
And across my skin and warmed me
 
The eyes of the world were vibrant,
Brighter than I had ever seen them
The fan turned again and I knew
Across time our breathing touched

H. R. Link is a UK-based American poet. She is a founding editor at Ekphrasis magazine, a new platform dedicated to mixed-media art. She was commended in the Foyle Young Poets of the Year competition in 2015. Her poem 'Language Games' was recently published in What Are Birds? Journal.