Synaptic Squirrels

Poetic percepts

Photo by Önder Örtel on Unsplash

As I chase the squirrels
Through the branches
Of my mind

They play hide and seek
Between my synapses
As I seek to find

Where these furry little critters
Go to hide my
Memories

As they stockpile them
In my hidden subconscious
Treasuries

For a chilly winter’s day
That makes my neurons
Slow to react

Until they come together again
To help connect reality
With the abstract

Where dreams become
Implicit manifestations
Of things once learnt

As I reminisce about
All the times that
Were and weren’t

Like acorns stashed away
In the hollows of
Ancient oaks

That smile in a forest
Of leafy faced
Folks