Memory Fridays: A Poem.

If I took your memories
and added them to mine
and his and hers and theirs
would I know it all?

Do memories of experience add up to the truths of the world?

Or are they, still, simply small bits, pixels really, of the whole picture?

Because here's the thing: I keep
and stacking and
stacking and stacking

my memories,
expecting them to overlap
or weave together with the thread of clarity
a firm fabric that I can bounce off of.

And I guess I'm still wondering because so far,
I still see holes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like this a lot.