‘Memarie’
Time well spent,
Wading…
Through the fading, icy stream of consciousness
Flowing through me under a stemmed winter sky
Chipping away at the frozen bits of time…
The frigid air filled my lungs as my feet swung against the jagged frosted feathers along the banks
An idyllic scene
Amidst a sojourn of silence,
Roaring as quietly as my favorite mornings
Everything perfectly still…
Including the flurries—somehow suspended against their will to fall
Traversing an astral plane
The snow deepened as I wandered around,
Marveling at the ground that seemed to preserve every flake that ever fell
Each one proclaiming its uniqueness
Knowing very well they’d be buried all the same
Under the tall pines
My leather boots were sinking with every step
Walking over frozen roots
I started thinking there was something faintly familiar about this path…
The way a half forgotten dream is half remembered
Entranced,
I slipped further and further into the crystallized obscurity…
In the distance there was a massive white faced mountain nearly hidden amongst the hovering ghostly clouds
It reminded me of Idaho!
A special place only I’d know was worth the trip
So onward I marched
Towards the wise giant…
Along the way,
I became an omnific traveler
Building viaducts to connect canyons
Walking on open water to cross lakes
Becoming the moon when I needed light in a dark forest full of shadowy silhouettes…
Navigating by feel,
I remembered my way back…
After what seemed like years,
I reached the base of the mountain…
Suddenly the temperature plummeted and the icicles above me were as sharp as swords
Yet somehow the snow began melting at my feet…
Before me stood a mighty glacier,
Glistening…
Within it a fire, frozen
Somehow still burning…
Preserved from ever going out
Protected by an arcane path, chosen
Never before had I encountered something so clear to me,
Precious in my private heart
Warmth—
At last…a memory.
J.T. CONDE 