The Indecipherable Nature Of Memory

A deathly stare from across this lonely room, but its anger is lost on me today. I sit in the most indecipherable air of thoughtfulness, cold yet warm from the tattered memories that run in sequence through my mind’s eye. Images of people, times and places merge into a haze of equilibrium, soft to my smile, as another tear falls onto this flooded wooden floor.

(May 2004)

River Hunt