shoeboxes and scrapbooks
trinkets and traces
memories of love and laughter
joy and peace
singing and shouting
dancing, running, skipping, flying
tidbits of timelessness
and bittersweet tastes of time standing still
I am still standing
on a bridge
watching the water rush by below me
urgency and peace at once
life and death
movement, thunder
matching the rush of blood through my veins
and the beating of my heart
the flow, the pulse
the cleansing, the healing
as those timeless tidbits
rise to the surface
winking
drifting
lingering on the crest of my memory
