Recalling each moment past
is no easier than stopping
the flow of water whether
river, lake or ocean with
trees lining their banks
dipping their branches low
shelters for birds and
our memories
Watching clouds in the sky
~ moving vessels of memory
golden at sunset
or red at sunrise
clouds of white puffs,
storm clouds filled
with thunder and lightning
Recalling each yesterday when we look.
“Memory is not frozen it’s very much alive, it moves, it changes.”
~ Louis Malle, film director
(1932~ 1995)
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