I am held between memory and today
Incredulous with emotion, a captive
Cinder of time floating in mellifluous
Cedars of laughter on a dirge of my beautiful fate

I’ve become implored by these times, blessed
Beyond my years of endless crying over
Things I can or could not control –
As if I could stop the rain from falling

I peer through this Warren of infinity
A millenary of weeping, sifting like the sound of
Sirimiri along the edges of my heart, its vest
Forming the pages of a parched and dusty record . . .

All these reflections float through me
Crystal objects from a flowing reminiscence, I
Breathe in the lovely wreckage impelled by my
Soul, from these longing hills of remembrance.

© K. James Ribble