Tagged: memory

things change

things change.
i do and i don’t i hear
you say.

things change.
twenty years later, you
are eighty weeks and two
days dead.

things change.
i am reading
the days run away
like wild horses over the
hills
, and they haven’t
.
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perhaps youth hijacks

perhaps youth hijacks
our memories long before
they are created,

lies in wait for activation,
ready to pounce with vigor
.
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let us launch into

even a speck of

morning flight, homebound,

there are moments when

there are moments when
i forget – dicing onions,
eagle pose. there are

moments when i remember –
tadasana, making tea
.
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all of it begins

all of it begins
to fade even as we are
capturing it – pen

to paper, experience
to memory – don’t hold on
.
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