Meander through your mind. Thoughts flowing through the chambers of consciousness.
Brain cushioned in fluid,
like a river drifting into a liminal zone.
White
space
where silence speaks to the past.
Listen to the pause of breath.
The memory of heart-fire, beating with the universe.
Here is where Meander lives:
in the gap—
suspended.
Waiting to
break
free—
sparked by a feeling, an encounter.
An autumn blaze.
Smouldering wood.
And I’m carried along the ripples—
back to three-year-old me.
Grubby pink jumper. Black Wellington boots.
A proud smile as we filled the metal bin rooted in earth.
Dried leaves scrunch in the November hush.
We scoop and pile
the remnants of the season.
Mum darts in
outside the scene,
to rescue crisp, clean clothes from the washing line.
And there I stand.
And there is Dad, alive as ever he was.
Reunited, if only for a breath,
in the quiet current that carries on.
Remembering.
Inhale the silence.
Meander through your mind.
This is beautiful Kathleen. A vivid scene. A restoring memory. Heartfelt. Thank you for sharing. 💕
The line about being “reunited, if only for a breath” made my heart gasp. It reunited my own little moment for me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for sharing your words.