Scenes from the Journey: I Remember Everything

Sunday, February 4, 2018

On some level,

I remember everything.

When I find my way to that level,

I will remember everything:

the colour of the Kool-Aid we drank

the summer I was eight;

the name of our first dog;

the country roads we roamed in our jalopy;

even the human components

of that "our"

(there have been so many first-person plural

groupings in my life).

If I can just align myself

with the right level,

I will remember everything.

And the memories will flood me

out of the house

and onto the roof

where I will sit in the rain

and wait for rescue.

Scenes from the Journey