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Memory
Solitude
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The Beckoning Hand
Moment
Reaching into the vaults,
Caves where memories lie .
Dormant
Only waiting a caress
of remembrance
Causing them to leap into flame
Alive again
The fire is not dead,
Light not dimmed
Nor time truly lost
For we have these treasures
Jeweled in caskets
Rare and precious
Placed there by randomness
Selected by who-knows-what
A smell, a touch, a face
Calls them back
and yesterday lives
for a moment of time
Alive within the bigger canyon
the one inside my mind
the one that holds a whole universe
Inside imagination
Vaster far than all outside
Every moment
Every day
Every place
Captured
Awaiting recollection
Awaits the molecule of mystery,
The atom of release.
I can explore again
Through memory’s vision.
All Writings and Images Copyright © Peter Crowson Updated October 2021