Peaking (poem)

the thoughts were so



held together. knowable.

now they blitz apart, simply the sum of a hundred fragmented memories built into your mind

the present mingling with the past, a blur. you reach your hand up twist it into your mind, try to configure - reconfigure - reset

you walk long strides in the evening down glowing summer paths. pacing placing re-placing yourself

building yourself again of the gentle dappled light that breaks through velvet green leaf or the smell of balsamic and garlic in somebody’s pasta sauce

building yourself of the sum of the evening