Something familiar

Something familiar
Strikes a pose on some mountain peak of your mind
With a walking stick in one hand and your senses in the other
If you could only read his lips
Through his frozen beard

He leaves you
        and sparkling
     Hopeful as the crisp air that ushers in                          the harvest
He leaves you all that you needed
Your storehouse of memories unscathed



Drowning in the now

Upstream begs forgiveness
Downstream runs cold
Memories like shadows under rocks
Stretching from the sunimage

Bursting like bubbles flung  across the tops of mossy river stones
Floating away like chalk dust in the afternoon sun
Leaving us in the rush and chill of the moment
Drowning in the now