mementos

Down a twisted, sideways, beaten path
past the wrath of hideaways that housed spliffed up kids
and lids ripped up to rafters
so the passerbys and the beautiful flies can see them,
blowing in the wind.

As the wind confiscated the stillness of the air
I looked around and felt for the first time a breath to catch,
a latch,
unlocked and busted free,
a broken limb off a tree,
and the moments of lost stillness caught up with me
in a rush,
consolidating the mixed up pieces of things both confused and understood
into a touch,
that reached from the sands to the woods to brush the lines of apprehension from my brow,
here and now,

And with the lines lifted,
I walked on
looking for perhaps a new dusk and dawn to pursue
an avenue with which to wrap all future
memories of here.