morning poem

again

memory performs its slow dissolve

falling away

leaving behind only shelves

in the room where I sit

closed books

stacks of CD’s

an unused stereo

a blank TV screen

and silent family photos

like thin slices of time

left out to dry

only stillness makes the moment

the form of the present

the view out the window

green leaves on the trees

chirping birds

chattering chipmunks

life springing forth

and me

sitting

dodging memories

not in search of lost time

but in spite of it.

6/30/15