Memory Insists: National Poetry Month 2/30

Two days in! Still at it! I know, two days is nothing AND it is a something! I have found poems literally waiting for me to find my way to them. Love when this happens.

Memory insists I lean back to

sit back on my heels and look again.

Look more deeply.

Behind the steering wheel of my car

I pause. I had forgotten this road, the

Fast way home, was closed. Still.
Finally my car lurches forward,

I turn the steering wheel toward chores

And lists and an infinitely growing pile

Of laundry and find myself stopped

Again, another red light –

another missed opportunity to sail

through a “free pass and arrive earlier

to save the dirty dishes in the sink

60 seconds more quickly”.

I take a breath and look up

I see the almost three dimensional rays

pouring from gaps in the clouds pronouncing this

new day has arrived, right on time like always

I remember Samuel used to encounter clouds

and rays like this and point excitedly,

“Mommy, its God!” he would say.

I knew pure bliss with him in those moments

And now in recollection even though

At seventeen-years-old he has subscribed to God’s absence

even in sights such as this one that enthralled the

seven-year-old boy he once was.

Memory insists I sit facing east at

this precise moment so my lips will

spread into smiling at both moments

Because memory insists

Comments

[Annis]

Love this, Julie. Favorite lines:
"Memory insists I sit facing east at
this precise moment so my lips will
spread into smiling at both moments..."

xoA

[Gina-Dianne]

I remember my son's encounter with God . Such precious moment memories