Parallel

You hear a lot of talk about parallel universes nowadays. I live in one. The wind blows the same but the eyes are different. This universe has expanded some, I guess. Faces askew, voices pitched differently. I remember everything but not this way. It smells funny. Was I born here? I have a theory that it is all infused with too much memory. Every raindrop ignites an association. Every association is a puncture in my little pond. Beautiful ripples transform the landscape. Settling finally, changed, a slightly different center achieved. Some days are worse than others. Reality gets so strained I forget who I am. What am I anyway but this which I claim to perceive? What did I expect that causes these questions? I think there’s something I’m missing. Keep digging. Jump. Soar. Add flavor. A little luminescence. Before I disappear.