A Stroll
Strolling through memory
I stop to marvel, turning
every cornerstone
eventually arriving
at a familiar feeling.
There I linger for a while…
letting the sensation consume me
and the experience pass through
my body once again.
Thus I traverse life,
constantly chasing backwards —
in anticipation.
Ongoing dreaming:
to be caught is to thrive
to escape is to strive.
Bygone days greet future revelations,
my blooming relations salute
past traumas and
closing wounds.
It's all there in the dirt beneath my feet
on the very globe I’m walking
—
yet still I can’t see it…
Cover art: She and the rainy street by Vachagan Manukyan
Lots of wonder in this poem. Memory can be so elusive, illusive, and that feeling of unlocking what's often forgotten can be a bewildering thing.
I love this poetic stroll with you, Rasmus!