ALMOST………

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.

Almost