A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
‘… There's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find And as I try to make my way To the ordinary world I will learn to survive.” Touchstones Marshmallows from the back of the pantry, once airily formed, hung over my head, inedible now. Yet, I can’t seem to throw them away. The hand-me-down dish cracked a little more after another wash, spin, and I again, in dark store it away. Touchstones, rare, claim my memory. The child I lifted and spun around the room, witnessed joyously in song, an image burned into unforgettable. Where is that innocent delight now? I melt those marshmallows, in fudge made, serve on that plate under trap of cellophane. A remarkable moment arrives: two gleaming-green eyes and a cheery smile. Just one more dance, savoring confection, I recall all old songs sung to her and the dreaming charm reawakens in my arms. All moments captured, white cream consumed, mother’s green heirloom hides away. Mindfully comes pause for one touchstone I value the most. Sleep tight, words I would hush still to that sleepy, bright face dreaming every marshmallow cloud spun on our plate, and this pact: never forget tradition, and purpose the undying glowing in our clouds through ceramic bright; and, hold all those old memories tight. 10.20.24 10.25.24 kinda big edits, added punctuation Nothing can put me to sleep these days, missing over twenty nights of sleep this year. One more since. A secret I keep from her. Not everything makes sense… |