Aimea Lunar Reconstruction

Voices

part of: SphinxWorld

by Teresa Dunyati-Long

I always know when things
are about to happen,
Like the time I looked over at my mom
Standing in her living room
3 years and 7 months after my father’s death.

In the very moment light bounced off her face,
Entered my retina,
And formed the feeling of
everything she has ever meant to me,

a voice in the back of my mind said,
“this is the last time you will stand in this room
With this woman.” Yeah, a chill passed through my spine,
My limbs quivered, then I left, went to a dance meditation retreat
In the beauty of a south Texas winter as though
that moment
Had not just happened, because that is the way life
Really is.
She died 11 months later while I was in
Graduate school 2400 miles away. I have always been
Somewhere far away
On the run, doing the stuff I think I have to do
Before I die, because that day is coming,
I feel it already, but I made a promise
To someone else I love;

My Dad.

There is something I have to do for him
Before I am done. I can feel that too, and

It is happening. Anyway, that is how I know. Voices
From different processing centers in my brain
Talk to me in their common lingo:

Words. They tell me about how I feel about
this person or that, think about
that situation or this, always in the
Moment
Passing rapidly because
The Present
Is as virtual as the
Future or the Past. But I digress. I think the voices
are neurons caressed by
Transmitters erupting into
thought. You’ll have to think
Whatever it is
Your voices
Tell you.