Past Light

Standing the recesses of the mind

Memories of past light take hold and reclaim the moment

Creeping in and out of view over time like muscadine and kudzu vines

Changing, devolving, repressing, extracting

The weathered windows sealed by humidity

Straining, straining to see

Allowing only a glimpse of what was

Glassless windowpanes and open doors

Invite the damp breeze along with the specters from long ago 

Emerging from the shadows

The revision of a soft light as it traces the form

Pushing and pulling revealing much that was forgotten

She knows

Triggered by the sweet smell of wet grass and honeysuckle

And the white noise of the cicadas

She transcends a temporal existence.

 © Brian Cole

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