This Moment

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.