Sediment

When all the mixture of the day settles to the ground,
when the roar of a departing plane loses its crackle,
as the sun drops behind the cloud, becomes heavy, then falls into dark.
A feeling of remembrance, a youthful interlude
delivered on the distant sound of a crowd at a little league game
Standing still in the twilight, a starkness that creates a nucleus.
As a grain of sand tumbles down a river bed
the current unappreciative of its existence
not knowing every constituent but knowing all are needed
to make whole of the river.

Flashes of childhood sprinkle down from afar,
to form a fine layer of cosmic dust
a surface that now glints in light, seeping inside a graying mind.
The skinned knee from falling off your bike,
getting lost during summer camp in the mountains
caught in the current of a riptide following out to sea.
So then, from which direction does memory come,
or is that just a myth, a dream becoming reality,
Collectives, recollections continually lost in factoid processes
put together anew by a repeated meter, a new chord
the totality of wholeness that can never be fully comprehended
yet always the base of every day thought.