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