Collecting Memories

May 3, 2003

The knot in the crabapple tree
I am learning very well.
I also study the sway of
the evergreen trees.
These are the things that
shall sit dusty, alongside
all the unimportant things
that were once the very core
of my whole little reality.
There are the off-green spruces,
the dark green pines,
two of each, one on each side,
placed at the four corners
of the front yard before my window.
There is the old crabapple
with hunter green leaves tinged red.
These bring the obvious happinesses
to my life here in low-end suburbia.
They're here to shadow and downgrade
the ceaseless din of the city,
and the apartments full of
children who should be adults.
I have no more dull gray buildings
and gray streets that fade
into dull gray skies above.
Reality is more alive here
though I sometimes crave
that nasty, old, dingy scene.
The here and now finally replaces
that hole in which I thought I belonged.
Here, I am making
dozens of fabulous memories,
to add to the library
here within my mind.