Reflections: White Scorpion

distant memories wait on my mental horizon

for recall and replay,

hoping to exert influence over the

aged container that holds them;

eyes blink twice for yes

when open,

remaining closed most of the day;

thick hair that once was

now fills trash cans of forgiveness’s

since the years are filed away in a

convenient office rolodex;

the mouth that kissed a thousand lips

now sips mint tea –

fashionable clothes, in closets, await their return,

deceased friends no longer call;

fearlessly, a world moves on

without interference or comments,

moments feed on moments,

and all the days have been replaced since

I cannot recall why I started drinking tea.


24 Sept 12