full moon slides past clouds
the scent of magnolias
recalling past walks
child alone on moonlit path
finding comfort from afar
2024.07.23: displaced
Tag: memory
2023.05.16: synapses
a song from the past
long unfired neural pathways
faces without names
2022.09.16: faded
a lone cricket’s chirp
idyllic childhood summer
seems so distant now
2020.10.23: pineapple
fragrantly wafting
pungent scent of full ripeness
sweet taste of childhood
2020.08.02: guiding light
I had a wonderful childhood. We lived in a sprawling city that was always bustling with sights and sounds and smells even into the night. When school was out though I spent the summer living in the village where my parents grew up. Everyone knew everyone there, and a child could walk safely from one end of the village to the end and be watched by relatives or friends the entire way. So it was like a rite of passage when I was allowed to walk home by myself after staying for supper at an auntie’s house. Even if it was less than a hundred meters, I still remember the full moon lighting my way and the pride in my chest. A magical memory…
full moon in August
but i can no longer walk –
to Grandfather’s house
Longing For Water 