This moment is here
And yet it is not
really here.
Bits and pieces
of yesterday
Are floating
around in my mind
Pictures and
sounds of yesterday
And of days gone
by,
But not
completely bye bye.
I hear them, I
see them
They are with me
Coming mostly
uninvited
Taking up space
in my thoughts
Telling me about
all the stupid things
I did once and
feeling stupid
once again.
This is agony all
over
Over what?
Something that
happened thirty years ago?
Forty? Fifty? And
still it bothers me?
I am here with my
mind
Conjuring up all
those images,
Sounds, and
amorphous projections.
Some from movies,
some from music
Some from my own
sights.
All is memory,
the carpet of the past
Woven by the
sights and sounds of life.
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