Sometimes I find myself
standing in place
overwhelmed by a sense
of familiarity.
Images tickle the far
reaches of my mind.
Perhaps of my standing here
yesterday.
Or perhaps of a me standing here
at 7 ears old, barefoot,
with my Hello Kitty Pjs on
waiting for my turn
to brush my teeth.
Its hard to say which is clearer,
or which is even true.
I find as I grow older
the line of memory,
and myth,
lies in a labyrinth
constantly recycled by time.
