Looking Back

Looking back, my memory cheats on me. It hides what I want to recall and glimpses only pieces of time. The whole picture and its chronology is incomplete and haphazardly displayed. One memory competes with another then both are lost to visualization. Perhaps, the past is just passed and forgotten easily. Looking back brings no better clarity to today it still fades and obscures the future. Spring and summer have gone quickly like day flowing into night. For now, for me, autumn clings and autumn neither looks back nor forward. Autumn is my ever present nos.