If I May Ask
Perhaps you will tell me, my dear,
What it is like when you close your eyes
And the sparkles of memories converse there.
Do you smile to yourself
And let yourself be draped in their embrace?
Or do you watch them the way I watch my children,
Ready to swoop in, but content to be grateful and proud?
No, I think you, you are a dancer, a shimmerer,
One who circles the past, corrals it,
Makes of it a mystery, sets it ablaze,
And sends it careening into the future.