i am a prism

 time's prismatic lens

coalesces diadems

of the past

into the present

what i was

fifty years ago

i see now

an infant child lying on a bed

in my grandmother's house

listening to the sounds of wood pigeons

cooing outside

lullabying me awake

and wondering how long

i will remember their song

half a century later

it is with me still

quite immediate

whenever i want

the feeling of that morning

the music of it

the dreamlike timeless rhapsody

momentarias are jewels of the soul