I sense a nuance of a memory,
the fragrance of a dream forgotten by the morning.
I glimpse a form that flutters at the edge of sight,
just out of reach
cant’ grasp it
can’t hold it.
Its shadow tantalizes, teases
Ruffles the smooth surface of my mind.
Where was I going once but was diverted?
What did I want that never quite was mine?
Cant retrieve it
but still it echoes out of time.
When there’s a silence fraying round the edges
when music takes me to another place,
when I am drawn inside my body
to that small core of rightness
curled inside –
I think I’m almost there.