MEMORY
The ice block is melting
Chunks of frozen memory
Slide into the languid swirl
Of the ten thousand things
I lie downstream on a grassy bank
Knowing a thaw is under way
Feeling it stir in my bloodstream
The wireless connection to the flow
Then I am flooded with sensation
Smell of geranium
Pendulant blaze of fuschia
A child's voice heard faintly across the dunes
Familiar, tantalising, saturating my senses
The ease of vaguely remembered things
I grasp for meaning
But the moment is already past
Elusive and omnipresent
Upstream the thaw continues
Releasing recycled recollections
Of a tangible unattainable life