Going There

Of course it was a disaster.
That unbearable, dearest secret
has always been a disaster.
The danger when we try to leave.
Going over and over afterward
what we should have done
instead of what we did.
But for those short times
we seemed to be alive. Misled,
misused, lied to and cheated,
certainly. Still, for that
little while, we visited
our possible life.
 
Copyright Credit: Department of, "Going There" from Collected Poems.  Copyright © 2012 by Department of.  Reprinted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. .