Everything is magnified looking back.
\nTwice-told, it happened once
\nand then I pick among remains.
\nThe memory of life
\nis a deep current within us.
\nIt remains aloof and hidden,
\nonce passed on,
\nso now when I remember,
\nI see only drama,
\ndreams being told,
\nartifacts that lie at the water\u2019s edge.<\/p>\n
The past comes up to my toes
\nand I feel the coldness of its sleep,
\nthe shivering of its blankets,
\nthe night outside the door,
\nthe day that passes through the cracks
\nof windows and rafters.
\nTo know our story,
\nwe must see how our hands move,
\nour eyes wander,
\nobserve the paths
\nwe are inclined to take,
\nwhat fills the spaces in our heart
\nwhen nothing moves.<\/p>\n
Then it comes back,
\na little at a time,
\npeople that loved us,
\nwhom we feared,
\nhiding places,
\nand things we found buried
\nin the stones and grass.
\nTo remember,
\nonce we were children,
\nand saw rain fall,
\nthe sun come out,
\nnight whisper its thoughts to us,
\na world more real
\nthan any we would ever know again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Everything is magnified looking back. Twice-told, it happened once and then I pick among remains. The memory of life is a deep current within us.…<\/p>\n