life’s debris, or ‘history’

a reliquary of long-forgotten things:

rag-dolls, ravished (embraced thread-bare),

and other antidotes to childhood fear;

daguerreotypes; unburnished promise rings;

 

baby-grows, outgrown before first wear;

coin-collections, three from being complete

propped by pill-boxes, garish and discrete;

a butterfly-clip which once pinned thinning hair,–

 

each shelf, a shore for many a life’s debris.

these trinkets outlive our dearest memories.

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memory of futurity

history

spreads before me:

 

a map

of unmade memories,

 

configured

in an unfamiliar

chronology.

 

a vague arrangement

of salient moments;

 

frames

which await

the mercurial

and mundane.

 

how comforting,

how strange,

 

to

know

the

hollow

 

syntax

of

my

days

Emerging into Adulthood

The steep incline of adolescence, scaled.
Here, from this mind-made peak, the years begin
as sediment, to shift, and merge, and settle.

But barren path of past, still fertile yet,
Will come to welcome flower-framed revisions,–
Arbouring truth beneath beguiling nettles.

Familiar fingers and faithful feet alone
May now unearth from flora honest stone.