BRIEF MOMENTS

There’s the lady in the rocking chair.
We walk back into our forest
past wolves and coyotes
nobody knows are there, past
the old Mystic River, with fireflies
all around us. We just need to find
our way back.

There will come a time
when our memories
can no longer to be trusted.
Sometimes we do the wrong thing in life,
maybe it gets taken back—
if not by us then by somebody else.

(February 3, 2010)