They line up single-file
Just in time for roll call
New names to stranger faces
And voices I don't recall
They are enchantment
They are intrigue
But who are these poems
Peering back at me?

The titles match my age:
Novelty shrouded in uncertainty
Indefinite figures of twilight
Blending hard lines into fantasy
Where could I go?
Who could I be?
And who are these poems
Aiming questions at me?

They line up single-file
Just in time for roll call
New names to stranger faces
With voices I might recall
They are wanderlust
They are alchemy
Each one of these poems
A snapshot of the self, a piece of me

© Jaz Rogers