Are you aware of the life cycle of a memory?
Memories turn from bright to faded and
from faded to bright
From everything to...something
Sometimes memories die
Why? Is it necessary for sanity?
Maybe some memories are only temporary
because they indelibly weave themselves into
the strands of your psyche
Could it be that the density of memory is in some way related to proximity?
When I reminisce on this instant in future
the image will differ
in accordance with my intervening perspectives of you
I wonder, when I have the choice, will I visit memory lane via satellite or street view?
I guess it doesn’t matter,
because it is true that if something is faded
it still sheds the same sum of light
Just in a different hue
Perhaps memory is what we want to see
But how can that be
when my memories are me
and I’m never the me that
I want to be
Maybe it isn’t that precise
Monet could turn blank canvas to rich detail
and that certainly makes an impression
But in climax of expression, could he even remember
the feelings of his original intention?
Maybe it can be that precise
If life is a wheel, then memory is clay
spinning, morphing, and slipping away
Soft enough for indentation...until ready for
the fire required to display desired representation!
I think I like that idea...
or at least I like half of it!
If the wheel keeps spinning
sketching notions I’ll stay
I’ll keep clear of the kiln
and be a mind made of clay