Memory
Shake off words
said too soon in fear,
seeking old safety.
There’re no footsteps,
no roads to follow back,
time consumes all.
Everything we’ve seen
now sits behind mottled glass,
morphed and distorted.
Memory is funny.
We cannot pick and chose,
only lucky dip.
I like your loons…now that sounds utterly ridiculous, but I’m sure it’s exactly what I meant.
Thank you very much and yes it does sound utterly ridiculous but it makes perfect sense.
I’m really enjoying the NaPoWriMo reading and writing!
That’s wonderful.