Friday Meta-Poetry Blogging: "The Narrator,"

The Narrator,

during the break in the chapter,
gets up to stretch beneath a skylight
and hears seagulls, small girls running.
So many pages since he listened last
that he can't recall how it came to this
or which wall the door was on
or even now what time of year it is.
Are his own pauses, he wants to ask aloud,
captivating another, when an absent-minded
"Where was I?" echoes through
and he returns to the place that you left off.

Conor O'Callaghan

(From the July 2005 issue of Harper's Magazine; originally from the March 3 issue of the London Review of Books.)