It must have happened, Iorgas, to you –
You found yourself downstairs
one day in a child’s game.
Your playmates were strangers to you,
you just realized, and then realized more –
you weren’t that to them.
That had to have happened, but that’s not my point, which is this –
You must have had, sometime during your games,
or on the way up the staircase, a feeling
to answer the one you’d first felt while you played.
The first was a strangeness
that you were known to these boys.
The answering feeling hinted you’d already met them,
hinted you’d been, before now, alive,
but you didn’t know for sure or when.