Perception and Remembrance

Poetry — seeing and remembering

tiredness wracks the bones like beating dust out of a rug the aches call to us to rest

yet the pen still rules even when eyes are half open

it sees wildflowers in an array of colors that shine under the sun and sway in the wind, colors of blues, pinks, oranges, and yellows

irises, tall and purple grasses of velvet green tree-ripened fruit hanging in bunches ready to pick

sitting on a striped beach chair listening to the sound of stout-billed gulls as they fly overhead

the rush of rising and falling waves crashing down on the beach envelopes and rests every part of the body and mind nothing in us distorted or contorted no thoughts of tomorrow

kittens mewing and running under the boardwalk a welcomed memory when it was that way before a raging storm washed the boards away rebuilding changed how it used to be when it was possible to walk underneath it

no more kittens and cats to watch yet memories of long ago though erased from sight are still at home in the hearts of beachgoers

and the tiredness floats away with the constant waves the memories are carried away too leaving only the salted foam where rest now resides as home.

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