Friday, October 16, 2020

naught but memories

where does one start

after such a long pause -

with the escape of levity,

or in backing a cause?

how do you begin

again

what was not given an end,

but only suddenly faded 

and fizzled out of conscious view,

the practice of pondering 

left to unspoken thoughts,

the previously unquestioned

order of how life is lived

now all at once a congested

mental and emotional 

traffic jam -

- no clear warning

only

WHAM!

here i am,

a way 

you never imagined

you'd have to know,

here i go,

all the comfort of 


the old routine

for this new

Unforeseen

that still hasn't shown

all it's cards

here we are,

the same us

in unexplored terrain

that is unrecognizable

and yet somehow

still the same,

just more cumbersome, perhaps,

but, looking carefully,

with no lack

of blessings

just as unexpected

and at first

unbelievable

"inconceivable" is defined

anew every day,

nothing is twice the same,

and still nothing has really changed -

here we are,

still infants

in eternity,

finding new ways

to adapt to 

these new days

that to tomorrow you and me

will be naught 

but memories