My Past Returns

A tamer version of myself, I rise from day to day Fit for consumption publicly, in camouflage I play Memories deep, and memories stored, from oh so long ago Now sleep inside my attic, ephemeral they glow My current frame of reference… four always two plus two The mundane I show deference, to do what others do But late at night I hear those sounds, now coming down the hall Remembrances to fill my dreams, my treasure out of pawn With sleep unchained, the night on fire, I return to who I am And pray that on tomorrow’s eve, —my past will come again (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)