Costumes of myself – A poem

Maybe tomorrow I will slip back into an old skin
To be momentarily reacquainted with
A memory, for the fun of remembering.
I will cloak myself in a costume of my past self,
Playing dress up in a skin and a mind once mine,
And the wrong-er it feels makes my new self feel right-er.
I will close my eyes and ignore the ill-fitting
Tight squeeze, stretched straps, and snapped seams.
For in a dance of vivid recall I remember: this,
This is what it once felt like to be me.

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Sand and Sea in Black & White

I couldn’t help but watch the people lining the shore and the jetty, and notice all the individual memories being written as so many people gathered in a common place to leisurely live their lives. Everyone coming together to enjoy the water and the sun, but each group’s experience independent from the rest. People together, but apart, and soon to go separate ways and never to know if anyone happens upon the same place as any of those beach-goers again.

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