A poem about memory

Trickster

Memory: faulty, selective, unreliable, mischievous

Who
has lost her memory?
I have none,
veil’s impenetrable
everything, gone.

Cheshire cat,
wraparound smile
flirts
with credulity.

Photo by Tim Hüfner on Unsplash

Tree frog
painted hands and feet
signal
I am poisonous and you,
prey
to your unknowing.

Uninvited,
the predator waits.
Wily.
Words infiltrate.

Who holds the memory?
How did it go?

Crossing the ravine,
rope bridge
shuddering, sways.

Photo by Felipe Giacometti on Unsplash

Are you dizzy yet?
Bilious? Green?

See the sheen
on the water,
an oily
slaughter.

The trickster’s
tip-toeing gate
to exaggerate
the
distraction.

The loss
a contraction.