Reflections

Silence, not a sound, air still, dusk falls And then it begins, thoughts, memories Come unbidden, sometimes a few, or a torrent I unpick them, hold them, turn them Exploring from each angle, layers of an onion Each depicting a view, a photo, a movie Some with sound, others silent Moments of my life, significant? some not A returning exploration of my past Events unresolved or unfinished or just footnotes I watch as each carefully stored box opens, releasing contents Not Pandora, no threat but emotive of course They were placed there, somewhere in my mind Until I am ready, prepared, resolved to lay to rest Seems the time is now, not at my request Seems this is how it happens, a word, phrase, sound or music Each a trigger, starting the process, unbidden but accepted I hold each gently in my metaphorical hands Turning them, my eyes, heart and mind examining the detail Learning much? Gaining insight? Not sure but at each glimpse I feel a further step Moments laid to rest, explained, sometimes resolved, sometimes not Fingers so carefully placing each back in its precious place Left feeling a little more at peace Contemplating my reflection Jan 2022