A Sip Through Time

 

In poetry, there is a certain palpability to memory. The past takes on a physicality – a presence. Even in evocations of spring, there is the sharp tang of memory the clings to the shape of the new rose bud. It’s as if, in the mouth of the poet, a world can be remade for a moment and we can live in it again.

before-after

We all have those moments too, if we’re lucky, where we find ourselves quiet enough to recall the feel of a day that ended years ago – ended like all days end – yet somehow it still exists for you as more than just a photograph.

Sitting over a Sunday cup of coffee in the deepest part of the weekend, time stretches out and you can do what poetry does and bring back the sound of wind when you hiked in the trees of Big Sur or the smell of bacon on a cold winter morning. Maybe you hear your mom’s voice, laughing, because bacon is the only way to wake you up sometimes.

Who knows why some things linger in the mind…but, sipping coffee from that favorite mug, we can take some comfort in the idea that time really can stand still.

a-gorgeous-afternoon

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s