Its funny how a memory
can dislodge itself
or randomly become a free
falling torrent through my synapses
like a cone dropping from
high in a pine tree
causing a cascade of events
rushing together through my mind
reassembling back to the place where they
were last one single moment
bright and full of life
which itself decided not to die
hiding instead its fragments among
its own kind in a place inside my own
head not even known by me
breathing its own breathe
making its own statement
feeling its own worth
once again
in that piece of past now
glued to this piece of present
looping until it tires and goes back
to resting its tired choreography
for some other day or dream
tailor made for its self resurrection
and recombination
as if it were identical twins
separated at multiple births
becoming one another
reminding me that
I was once that moment
myself.
Yes, funny how that all is. God bless