Days in my
past, etched in memory
Close my
eyes halfway, I can see the sunlight
Glittering
through the tree’s green leaves
Magician’s
haze
In the
heat of summer, feeling the warm sun
On my
bare arms, loving that feeling.
Wondering
if heaven had descended
Sitting
there next to you on the bench
You reading
your magazine
T-shirt
slung over your shoulder
Me
watching you and the life around us
No
particular cares
Us
watching the new magpie parents strut about
Three
little ones to care for, wondering if they could fly
In case
a cat came slinking by.
I can
see the future in the present moment
Remembering
this day this exact moment in time
And the
past from the present
When I
remember back to what I thought life would be
When I was
younger
It
starts with happiness, that warm melting feeling
When
boundaries dissolve
Feeling
gratitude, because it could all die away or change
And I am
grateful that it hasn’t.
Watching
the new generation take the place of the old
Spectator
in my life, watching others, watching myself
Everyone
gets older
Wondering
if you have the same thoughts
But I cannot
articulate them to you
You would
think that I was feeling melancholy
When the
opposite was true.
copyright Paula M. De Angelis
28 May 2012
