Two Poems

Memories
19 September 2011

12:57 p.m.

Memories, so often as faded sepia photographs,

Lack clarity, create frustration

at not being able to see the details.

And then, insecurity

that that which is so clear right now will also fade;

There will be nothing that will help one to remember

excepts these words and then

Who knows when the laptop will crash

taking with it in one fell swoop

the lifetimes lived in these moments.

But perhaps by then it won't really matter

except to be able to say, "I lived them."

Precious Stories

11 September 2011

22:30

Did anyone see the moon tonight?

in the silence of the night grew a soft, gentle song

mellow, brilliant, lighting up the sky, the road, with dark white light,

softly, gently, we sang along...

Though I am here and you, you're far away

A continuum of existence as time stands still

Time, distance, matter, molecules… little do they weigh

A spot to celebrate, or a memory, if you will

Rapid images the mind's eye does train

Snapshots of moments... into each other they flow

A tree, a painting, a monument in the rain

This afternoon or was it yesterday long ago

When at last one day facing the moment of truth we shall be

There will be these precious stories to tell of you and of me.