Flood and Recovery

What do you do when the memory-chest burst open?
The lock breaks and memories flood the living room floor.
Candles flare up on the dinning table.
Photos place themselves on the wall.
Lyrics find their way and drown an ear.
Date stamped in the air.
There is stillness - be careful what memory your mind opens to.
Be careful not to taint what is real now.
Soak up the flood and say your good-byes once more.
Get to that place where acceptance of a past does not surpass potential to a future.
Listen to the voice of space.
Space needed to breath out the dust.
Exhale into the humbleness of the human memory.
Can you feel me miles away? I'm sorry - ill come back.
This is a place of utmost pain and happiness piercing my soul.
This is me reaching for what no longer exists.
Recalling the 'almost' moments.
Not sure if the hurt is from the person or the place.
Small conversations and slow walks will prevail.
Wipe up the debris and fall into cotton of familiar comfort.
Wake up to find that her love will triumph any weakness.

Photo taken October 2007 Mendocino County