Image by Jean van der Meulen from Pixabay

What Is Life But A Weight Of Memories?

Waiting To Be Lifted

My desire is to skip down
memory lanes before they dissipate
into mazes and corral me
in a haze docked with terminals.

And trace my life upon red dust
tracks flanked by honeycomb termite hills.
Splash in rainy season puddles
spawning squirmy mosquito larvae.