Memories

Popping out into a mystical world
of sand and liquid — 1983

Photo by Jeff Trierweiler on Unsplash

From the center of our
imperfect sphere
cutting through dense and
bubbling matter
rising to the top of cold
decomposing earth
popping out into a mystical world
of sand and liquid
floating…aimlessly through
a sparkling yet curious world
our memories can be uprooted
from this diversely warped
and illusional mass
and sifted into an awakening
but truthful past.

Written in 1983 sometime in the Spring of my senior year in high school, I’ve left this unaltered. I find it hilarious that at such a young age I was acting so philosophical about memories.

Ann Marie Steele

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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