In the back of my mind I keep my treasures.

I’ve packed them full to my brain’s blurry brim.

Dumpster divers might do the same

whether they are homeless or not.

Lovers and friends past who’ve passed

take up the bulk of what’s left of my mind.

Fears and hopes I will keep forever take up the rest.

Sometimes I forget what’s there.

I have never had the courage to take an inventory.

I am surprised from time to time, sometimes I ‘m shocked.

I hear my mother’s voice and her words spill forth

from my mouth out into the ether.

I remember I am, after all, my mother’s son.

Sometimes in a moment from somewhere far back in time,

Chimeras form from the mist of the ocean breeze.

Tender moments come home from where I do not know.

I have met long lost loves who fate has promised I’d never see again.

So, I never trust fate. Any room I have left is reserved for hope.

06/25/2008

Posted on 06/25/2008
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