We think we've recalled
the best segments, short
or long, of life. (Let's leavethe worst on a smoking
slag heap as we speak.)
I know I've blanked many
good moments. I wish I'd
had a curator with me along
the ways to say, "This one,
store this one in the lock box."
If I could only poke around there
in memory with a digger's
trowel and brush. Then hold
up a lost treasured memory to the
sun, and smile, and breathe,
and sit to let the whole
recovered scene fill me
like a room accepting pine scent.
hans ostrom 2025
