Boxes and Batteries

On a bus in a deep Asian jungle,

Full of rain and wet,

I thought of a time when I

Held my memories in my hand,

Squeezing them and squeezing them…

So alive.

 

I thought of a box with a lid

Cracked open, a gap where we see

Time walked in parks, hands held in

The fading light of a distant day. Hollow

Trees on campus greens, places where

Gold was hidden. Moments so

Fragile, like plates thrown into

The air, suspended.

 

People I wave at, smiling.

I knew them once.

 

Yes - a kiss hurled by the hand,

Like a football toss in a game. Looks

Before lights dim, glimpses and

Memories trapped, sealed in a box I

Hold under my arms on days when views

From cars mingle with my mind, and

I’m taken from jungles to dry moments when

People waved, and I waved back.