Memory

 

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