Never to imitate
A memory; deeply and stealthily
Immersed in the cradle of my heart.
A feeling of overwhelming gratitude
Fills the crevices of my ribcage
My whole is formed
In images captured in my Mind’s eye,
And when I think of Time
…How richly I have spent it.
Like the flaccid drops of every rainfall
So my life pulses with
Sunday, October 26, 2008:3pm