I don’t take déjà vu lightly.
Every few days, or more so, it tends to be a relived memory
of the present moment. What? How can that be?
Non-sensical, yeah, but I know what I see and how it feels to me.
Déjà vu – ‘already seen,’ that’s what it means,
When it happens to me it reminds me of something I saw
and forgot, almost always from a recent scene in my dreams.
It’s been a lifelong thing –
random, no warning, gone after 10 seconds, it seems,
It could be anything – significant, mundane, forgettable, serene,
but it stands out to me, because somehow I know
it’s something that I’ve ‘already seen.’
Here’s the thing, though,
I tend to have more often of a frequent déjà vu occurence
more often during eventful life phases, or moments
where I know something big in my is life occurring, and
whether I’ve dreamed it and forgot, or not, I know that
I’ll remember these times – the unique, the important,
the very good and the very bad, the celebrations, and the burdens.
I’ve been seeing things happen more so that I’ve already seen,
but haven’t yet occured, and it hits me all at once as the scene
unfolds – the lines between reality and dreams get blurred,
and no matter how absurd,
I’ve started to think, maybe these moments mean something,
like, if important things are like rain, then déjà vu is like the fog,
and if life is a clock, then each déjà vu moment is a little cog.
Each moment relived as it happens is a benchmark, a passed test,
a little piece of the story along the way to the next day and the next,
like a checkpoint in a video game, where you can save from,
knowing you’re on your journey, further along,
and you still know where you came from; but for some reason,
that song you just heard for the first time sounds so familiar,
and that time I walked past that house on that street,
and looked at it for the first time,
that feeling I got almost knocked me off my feet,
an overwhelming, mysterious truth – like,
before I got there, I already knew what it looked like.
It’s always a little freaky, at first, but after the moment passes,
I just take a deep breath, clean my glasses, and feel at peace,
that this is the next step in life that I’ve just reached.
The powers that be, the forces we can’t see, it feels like
they’re showing me I’m in the right time and place,
my body, mind, and soul, traveling in a harmonious space-
perhaps just an instinct I have, but I see it as a hand to guide me.
I don’t take déjà vu lightly. – RSM
2 Replies to “Déjà vu and The Checkpoint Theory”
I love love love this! I read it a few times as I was half asleep and waking up just now. I’ve always thought about dena vu like a “passed test” too and I appreciate the fog analogy. Keep cleaning off those glasses… and writing your poetry, Ruben. 🙂
Thanks so much Lily!! And I’ll keep them clean for sure 😛