Remembering to Live

a short poem with a reading by A. Dahl

Remembering to live

The rising sun I welcome, gratefully, ending the unkindness of dreams. It’s an easy decision to laugh, now, that arises with his smile for me. “Get up sleepy head,” I say. My gentle pounce upon him goes awry leaving me flipped, viewing the ceiling soft on my back, accepting a kiss. When he asks where we’ll go, I say “I have to remember.” “Remember what?” He smiles. “Everything,” is the answer, but inside me says “and forget” thinking of all that remains of the troubles in my heart. “I bought you a pair of shoes.”

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We dress ourselves in laughter as much as with our clothing, and when quiet tears come, when I step away, in excuse, they wash away my quiet regrets that have flowed in my veins. “I’ll buy you a coffee,” I say, “down in the Market Square all full of those who don’t know me.” He laughs. “And I’ll buy you tea, so we can sit among them all and dream improbable things.” I will laugh beneath his shade, I think, in his soft cool and easy kind, respite for me from searching a sky where I rarely find any answers.

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Our walk there is straight and narrow, symbolic, I think, of a path well taken, and I am folded softly into his side hips, legs, arms forgotten in movement, as we walk into the busy Market. I sing, quietly, our songs, so happily, under the ashes and sugar maples, feeling unchained for a change. This world feels now full of life though I feel like a nobody here among all the somebody people. “When I live my dreams,” he says, “I’ll bring you with me, love.” We sit in the sun, with coffee and tea, and I remember to live, and I forgive that there’s so much I try to forget.

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