The universe and each living thing contain memory.
A tree never forgets its roots,
whether they waste away
or grow deeper into the earth.
A fluff-white seedpod floats;
a babe, bathing in a spring breeze.
It too remembers
that it is a part of something
much larger than itself.
I look up.
There, in the deep blue sky,
is a sea
of tiny glistening white balls.
I walk down a trail
surrounded
by life.
A doe prances by.
It calls for my attention.
Frozen
with warmth, our eyes locked
and the purest connection was made.
It allowed only for a moment.
It did not forget,
Nor could I.
Something so impressive.
The water falls on
A faded black lab
jumped cautiously into a pool
at the bottom of the stream
It swam in circles grinning
all the time,
But at the high bank
it scrambled,
and could not pull itself out.
Surely that is something
it will not forget.
Though the water veins deep,
it may someday bleed
dry,
but the universe wilt not,
die.
It will remember.
I am –
The universe, is
always moving forward by turning back.
