Neurofibrillary Tangles

Like shimmering wings of flies
Worlds collapse into silence.
The words begin to stammer
As if they had tongues of their own.

Now he can’t remember his name.

He roams
Time’s frozen avenues
Looking for a lift
The serene order
Of wine-dark streets –

Time will soon wither
To a hand waving its empty signs
Perhaps something
Simpler even than this.

The poetry of David Sahner has previously appeared in Connecticut Review, The Bitter Oleander, The Sandy River Review, Catamaran, Foliate Oak, and a number of other venues.  He is also a physician/scientist.