"Come wander with me, she said,
Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God."
- Longfellow
I just remembered that I said I was going to post this. I hope yall are doing well and are reflecting on your lives as you imitate the Creator (on a much smaller scale) in your creativity.
Shoes
Memories don’t fade
they stack.
What was once fresh becomes a still;
a sweet wisp of the sensory registry of a moment long passed.
But for a few drawn-out seconds the still comes to life
and time is halted.
The earth winds its way back and those moments are lived again.
I almost become who I once was.
Almost slipping back into those shoes I realize that my feet have grown.
As I try to cram my feet in
the futility sets in.
Accepting the reality of my ever-changing self
I take the shoes
ever so delicately
and return them to their box
in my closet of memories.
With an inward quietness I slip on a new pair
to start working them in.