I’m rainy with things physical
and transient, of little and great import,
old beliefs and new about
how the world should be
but isn’t and never was.
Possessed by an intractable
sense of romance, my heart
I still wear on my sleeve
for everyone to see.
Memories will not turn loose
of certain lost things—
the childhood toy that ignited a galaxy,
the special friend from school
who saved my life more than once,
that one lost love, the one I thought
was the fire of life,
as clear now as they were then,
simply the stuff of life.
Between being awake and dreaming,
in the realm that seems like nothing,
there is an entire universe in vitro,
a secret slowly growing a heart and soul,
a Breath within a breath,
becoming an eternal presence.
From: Memories Of Things
Left Behind: A Non-linear Recollection
Unpub. MS p. 31
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