Memories return in strange
snippets:
The industrial buckle and
zipper from my childhood ski boots, stuffed nylon bodies of cabbage patch kid
dolls, the web-toed girl at the sleepover party, American strawberry soda and
individually wrapped fruit-filled pies, algae-filled ponds and giant
cones of ice cream, thrashing about in muddy creeks, mismatched socks, inner tubes speeding down snow-covered hills…
Dreams flood back in
similar ways:
Lost skeleton keys in shag
carpeting, rickety suspension bridges, black rabid dogs with sleek
shiny fur, ghosts of dead grandparents, over-sized above ground pools, barrels
of guns, washroom stalls, siblings I never had…
I like the stuff that
dreams and memories are made of –
Real and unreal,
Floating in the ether of
consciousness,
Making us whole, making us
human.
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