Morning Poetry 8 May 2011

The houses
of my mind
are many.
Reality-shaping
memories.
I lived
them all.
As they
pass through
the vision of
remembering
they conjure up
sights, sounds, smells, tastes,
stories
of me.

Familiar roads
I traveled many times,
with years and years
of scanning, distraction, daydreaming,
reaction.
Thoughts, and feelings,
random and
ruminating,
pasted themselves to
my memory of
those roads . . .

Adventure roads
into the next
unknown
heightened
excitement, expectations, hope,
freedom.
Moving along the open highways
songs blasted through
the radio,
expressed, imprinted
my emotional landscape,
became stuck in my head
for days and days.

The landscape
of my mind
is filled with this
and more.
Like a closet
full of paintings
I hoard
because they
illustrate
my life
to the world –
to me,
with attachments
so old and worn
A wise person
would not
see
their usefulness.

Structures
and pathways
of the mind
fall
to the devastating
rumble of
Earthquake
and its
aftermath.
Nothing lasts.
Impermanence
is painful and terrifying.
Broken
meaningless
Me
Me
Where am I?

Desert
wasteland.
Uncharted
territory.
Wide open
spaces.
Left unattended
new life
finds its way
through.
I am
okay.

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