Mind Shots
I can see them now…. I suppose we all have them
Buried deep inside
like our personal loops of celluloid
documenting our lives
our emotions and
our experience
Nameless… frameless,
visual impressions,
of what we have seen
of what we have been … and been through
Like my life,
mine are blurred
but concentration
brings out the content
even if detail is elusive
The dark and stormy rocks of the shores
the rolling fields
the roads I have travelled
are all there
preserved for perpetuity
in the dark chambers of my mind
And the water
…..oh the water
the very sense of urgency
the flow of my spirit
runs … flows … foams … and seeps
through all of it
even where its revisionism has been resisted
laying on their surface
thin … beaded … opaque
unable to penetrate
the history before it.
I don’t have names
for these panels … these cells … these internal microfiche
they simply exist
untitled, unheralded, silent testaments
to a lifetime lived … a world experienced
Waiting for me to return and study them again.
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