RAVEN

 RAVEN

My mind wanders aimlessly seeking substance, something said, 

something done, fodder to aim words at, and 

bring forth a memory to give pause, and write something new.

I remember this, I remember that, moments spent of my life 

lived now in my past, worthy of telling, worthy of sharing, a memory that lasts, 

but nothing of interest comes into view, just bits and pieces of someone I knew, 

and then the pieces drift slowly away to be replaced by blankness, 

then nothing at all.

I wonder of my mind, my memory failing, whether my memories,

 those worth revisiting, have reached the end, and whether 

I should revisit the past, and start over again, travel down the path, 

and  search for words to express not available then.

Perhaps, since I’ve grown older, I wonder 

whether I might have changed and now 

have a different point of view.

I sit here and wonder, while watching my screen, 

hoping that I might rekindle a dream, but nothing but fear, 

fear of waking a nightmare, 

instead of a dream.

The world, my world, has changed, no longer 

part of my dream. It’s smaller, growing, 

ever growing, much smaller, brutal in fact, 

time to look back, accept what’s been accomplished, 

and retreat to my zone, return to Raven, 

and the safety of home.