CONJUNCTION
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:50pm
I’m having a flash-back
back to when I was in
My Mother’s Womb — I knew then
I’d be a stocky blond
in red sneakers & a white gym suit
on The Roof of # 5 World Trade Center
& grow up to marry well
twice-over —
I knew then I would harbour
within the duration of My Existence
a pulling enticement
which when met
would give birth
to the ultimate contraction
between
young & old
&
I would live & die
in
one
moment
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
I and me are three quarters of time.
Ben, sometimes you’re too cryptic, even for me. (smile face)
T + I + me +TIme
I wonder what motivated you to write this. Is it possibly in memory of someone, or even just empathy with others? I know there are deep feelings here which I do not begin to comprehend. P.S. Are you following my posts at theartistpoet.wordpress.com ? I am a beginner at writing poetry and would love to hear what others think. My style is more traditional. John.
Thank you for your questions. I am fundamentally motivated by one moment I shared with one other person on October 22, 1993