prism

time's prismatic lens
coalesces diadems
of the past
into the present
what i was
50 years ago
i see now
an infant child lying on a bed
in my grandmother's house
listening to the sound of wood pigeons
cooing outside
lullabying me into wakefulness
and wondering how long
i will remember their song
a half century later
it is with me still
whenever i want
quite immediate
the feeling of that morning
the dreamlike timeless rhapsody of it
the music
the spirit
momentarias are jewels of the soul