a reflection on reflections (memory)

memories play like a highlights reel
"TOP TEN THINGS YOU MISSED WHILE BECOMING NEW"
pre-packaged, sorted, and prioritized
produced by the mind, ready for use by you

a dose of nostalgia and a few tastes and songs
mixed with a dream and a story you read
makes everything a bit fuzzy around the edges
until you can't quite trust your own head

if the comments from relatives are any indication
you've been spending time getting taller
meanwhile the plot holes in your childhood increase
and your supply of distant memories grows smaller

the shrinking photo-album of the past
has only a picture per page
and you only flip it open
when the present staggers, tipsy, off stage

and perhaps you are too new and fresh
to need that highlights reel
and perhaps memories aren't what you see
but rather what you feel

snapshot

when the sun is shining and life couldn't get much fresher

and the only thing on your shoulders is atmospheric pressure

smell the roses, take a moment, take a snapshot with the heart

memories will be sweet reminders 

when you must restart

Some Day

Somedays the molehills are mountains in disguise and my attitude is as bad as my posture. 

Somedays are hot and other cars' honks sound like mating calls. I am clearly the most desired specimen, for they're always calling for me. 

Somedays I splash water like I'm in a face wash commercial and end up with soggy eyelashes and ears and

Somedays I drink ice water like it's elixir after banging the ice trays on the side of the fridge and not returning phone calls. 

Somedays, you just have to keep going. 

Spring

I've spent too many months in darkness, wrapped in my cocoon. 

 

I descended into the underworld, 

played queen but did not smile. 

 

But today Persephone emerges, 

and the butterflies in the sky 

match those flitting in my stomach. 

 

Everything is fresh and new and full of light. 

The flowers tickle my nose, but you bring out my smile.